ardent

Finally relieved



Callisto

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
106
size
Medium
build
posts
254
player
Anais
01-10-2015, 01:42 PM


CALLISTO
Walk | Talk | Think
 
He backed into a sitting position before her, something like recognition - or confirmation? - taking shape about his eyes and making Callisto wonder if she had been right about him seeing too much. It was more a possibility with him than anyone else since he was the only one she voluntarily spent any time with, but even her trust in him hardly made him guessing any easier on her. She was embarrassed, angry, haunted by what she had been through, and knowing it was in the back of his mind, the truth as well as a whole bunch of other likely scenarios, made her feel uneasy about what he thought. But clarifying on just the simple piece that she had was all she could muster for the time being. 

Her gaze had shifted, evasive as she clearly stated her desire not to speak of the details that she had been through, and the soft, soothing agreement from Maximous had her blue eyes closing in a moment of silent relief. She should have known all she would need to do was ask for peace to get it. He had never been the prying type before now, and not once had he ever tried to change her perspective or her manner of being, even when she was disagreeable. If ever she had wanted to offer him a nuzzle, some small, soundless gesture of gratitude and thanks, it was now. And yet the darkly colored wolf could not bring herself to do it, still averse to such physical displays and particularly after the months she had spent away. 

The change in subject, the admission from Max that he was to blame for her den being empty, confused her at first, especially since he alluded to supposing she would return, and added even more confusion at the mention of Kassander. Callisto's eyes opened, her expression drawn into one of perplexity and disbelief as she lifted her head again to look at him, seeking answers to the questions that his explanation evoked. "Kassander? Why is he moving the borders?" she questioned. Should it not have been Valeriya calling the shots? Or had the mousy little Xanilov boy earned himself a promotion in her time away? 
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