They say home is where your heart is

*Rune I* · 11-06-2014, 01:22 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

The short, concise answer he received was not at all what Rune had been expecting. He had been awaiting some explanation of a falling out, maybe even of being disowned though he had never known it to be true of the Valhallan wolves that he had met. It was so simple, so downright surprising, that it managed to tickle his sense of humor. Unbidden, unwanted, the gruff male laughed, a quick, short sound of amusement accompanied by a seemingly uncharacteristic smirk. Oh, this was not good. Now the kid was funny. He really was doing a poor job of hating him!

Looking away from Kismet, as if the sight of him might elicit more unexpected giggles, the grey Guardian composed himself, smoothing away the smirk and amusement and again falling into a look of seriousness. He still had a decision to make, and there was no way he was even going to be able to take himself seriously if he was smiling through it. Not to mention he knew he seemed less threatening when he did and an approachable figure was not an image he wanted to convey here.

"Fine," he answered sourly as he turned his head to fix his icy stare on the tall Adravendi boy. "You'll join Secretua as a Guard. You've got the build for it." Taller even than Eirik, Kismet had the hefty bulk of a defender, and Rune hoped he knew how to carry his weight better than his own yearling son did. With the previous slip up along the border that had allowed his father to sneak past their watch, the Guardian was determined not to let it happen again. "Any objection?" Rune asked, raising his brows in mock curiosity.

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They say home is where your heart is

Rune I