just another saturday night
08-20-2014, 05:05 PM
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| Silently, Senka listened to the other's words. Her amethyst eyes were empty of anything - no judgement, no harshness, but then, nothing kind touched them either. "I never knew my father." Serra would offer the information casually, for it meant little to her. She had simply not seen it to be worth mentioning before, but if it was common ground between them, there was no harm in sharing that little bit of information. Not having much of a family seemed to be a thing that they shared, in fact. Neither knew their father, and he didn't seem particularly close to the remainders of his family. Like Senka, Mikal seemed to feel little in the way of familial bonds. She approved, in her own way. Many wolves got too hung up on blood rather than having wolves that could help them out. But then, Senka had been taught to have a clinical eye, and she had never been particularly inclined towards sentimentality. At last, Senka would speak again, finding herself wishing to continue the conversation. "What brings you here, Mikal?" Senka inquired easily, pricking her ears towards him. Between the active body language and her casual use of his name, Senka hoped to inspire a little bit of camaraderie between the two. She rather enjoyed Mikal thus far, and hoped to keep him around for at least a little bit longer. Speech, |