Unsteady Footing

He'd been caught red-pawed during his observation of Eria. He didn't try to look away or make it seem like he'd been looking at anything else. He owned up to his looking, another smile being his reward. There was something sitting beneath the surface, something just out of his grasp that he couldn't quite detect, but that he assumed was in response to his observation. Hopefully she wasn't smiling because she thought he was a creep for seemingly unabashedly staring at her. Although he didn't think he would mind too much if she did think him to be.


Her tail tapped lightly against the snow as she spoke up. She wanted nothing but the truth because lies only brought about unnecessary things. He could do something as simple as that, couldn't he? I would have to agree with you whole-heartedly there Eria. Lies bring about nothing good to anyone. How many times had he deceived and lied to his siblings as they'd been growing up? Too many times to count he assumed. It didn't matter anymore though. That wasn't him anymore. He was going to be someone better than the old Pontifex, someone who his brother would be proud to call family.


He watched as the dark dame rose to her paws, inching several pawsteps closer to him as she continued to speak, wishing to take another guess but fearing that she would seem to be prying too much. No no Eria, you're not prying at all. You can take as many guesses as you'd like. A half forced smile plastered itself on his jaws, trying to distract from his earlier display of emotion. Had she noticed his slip-up? If she did she didn't make it obvious and he quietly thanked her for that. Apparently the woman had enough sense to know when things didn't want to be discussed.


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