Walk Through History

Walk | Talk | Think

Tahlia eyed the strange fragments of metal that she could see that either laid upon the ground or poked out from within the earth, trying to place what their purpose might have been. She didn't count herself as any sort of expert on the curiosities, but having lived within the borders of Seracia for a time now she knew well enough to know they were not natural. They differed greatly from the bits and pieces she had seen at home and so she couldn't determine with certainty what they were used for, but was confident that each piece had once been part of a greater whole that had been significant in some way.

Her thoughts ran so smoothly and seamlessly that she nearly missed the arrival of the other wolf as he passed through the field as well. The course she cut across the plateau was very nearly in his direction and as she lifted her golden gaze she spotted him across the distance. He seemed as distracted as she had felt a moment go, eying something upon the ground that she supposed had to resemble the same metallic pieces she had been spying so far, and as her paw steps slowed slightly she observed him without hesitancy. He was not a huge wolf by any means, though neither was he a scrawny mess of skin and bones. His coat, she had to admit contained a flattering array of creams, greys, and blacks, and made him appear rather brawny. Not unattractive at all, though she had to remind herself that she was not here to look. She was here to forget.

It was easier said than done. She forced herself to look away, pointedly turning her course in a different direction when the wolf became aware of her and called out in a friendly baritone voice. Feigning ignorance, Tahlia lifted her head attentively with perked ears, glancing about before her gold eyes settled upon him and she allowed a polite smile to grace her lips. Well, she very well couldn't have continued to pretend he didn't exist. That would have been exceptionally rude. He turned his course in her direction, and out of politeness she moved to join him, meeting him half way.

Up close she noted the unique color of his eyes, such a bright shade of a blue as to rival the clear midday sky. "Hello, sir," she responded respectfully with a little nod of her head once he had stopped near enough by for casual conversation. "Fine day we are having, is it not?" The question was simple, perhaps overused, but followed along the lines of etiquette that she so tightly clung to. It was a safe topic, and a good way of breaking the ice. But wishing to urge things into more companionable avenues, she added with another dimpling smile, "I am Tahlia Carlier."