This world I created for myself...
03-07-2015, 08:48 PM
The young femme chuckled nervously once more as Fayelon joked that she wouldn't need to maul her now. Her heart began to race anxiously and she couldn't help herself as she took an uneasy step back, unsure if Faye was truly joking or not. She seemed a little odd, and Esa wasn't sure if she could fully believe her, or trust her. Faye's underlying tone was edgy, implying some seriousness. But so far it seemed that she would be okay with Faye if she didn't do anything to set the older femme off. She had to make sure Faye saw she was no threat - there was no need to fight. Gulping nervously, she no longer felt the serene enchantment she had moments ago while settled in the cool, refreshing stream.
Esa felt slightly easier when the other femme sat down, making it less likely that she would rise quickly to attack. At least she could see it coming if anything were to happen (though she wasn't sure what she would do even if she saw it coming). Her tail continued to wave through the air, hoping to maintain her friendly appearance. Then she forced herself to sit down as well as the conversation continued. Her toes shifted and clawed at the soft, lush ground as Faye questioned her about her lineage. It seemed yet another serious topic; something Esa had hoped would make them feel more akin to each other seemed to drive the wedge between them further. She wondered if the place that Faye came from had more serious ideals attached to royalty, since she couldn't see the importance of it at all. "Well, you probably wouldn't have heard about them at all..." she began somewhat quietly, awkward again, "I come from a place called Tirisfal Valley... They called my mother Lady Snowfall; I never knew her, because she got very sick giving life to my sister and I... my father, Nuri Bade, took her to a pack in mountains far away where they could heal her. Apparently before mother fell ill, the two of them were a powerful duo with a loyal following of brave warriors. Even the baddest wolves didn't want to mess with them."
She hoped her answer would satisfy Fayelon. She didn't know a whole lot about the way things were before her birth - she only knew that things had sort of fallen apart after her mother fell ill. Esa had spent most of her puphood roughing around with her sister and surrogate siblings, and her surrogate mother - between raising four pups alone and fulfilling pack duties - didn't have much time to spend with her, or any of the siblings, one on one. The young she-wolf shook her head, not wanting to think about any of it in too much detail lest she feel a pang of longing in her heart. Tilting her head in Faye's direction, she wondered what else she would like to know. She was somewhat disappointed that she gave little interest to the sun set, something Esa had always enjoyed by herself, but she supposed everyone enjoyed something a little different.
Esa felt slightly easier when the other femme sat down, making it less likely that she would rise quickly to attack. At least she could see it coming if anything were to happen (though she wasn't sure what she would do even if she saw it coming). Her tail continued to wave through the air, hoping to maintain her friendly appearance. Then she forced herself to sit down as well as the conversation continued. Her toes shifted and clawed at the soft, lush ground as Faye questioned her about her lineage. It seemed yet another serious topic; something Esa had hoped would make them feel more akin to each other seemed to drive the wedge between them further. She wondered if the place that Faye came from had more serious ideals attached to royalty, since she couldn't see the importance of it at all. "Well, you probably wouldn't have heard about them at all..." she began somewhat quietly, awkward again, "I come from a place called Tirisfal Valley... They called my mother Lady Snowfall; I never knew her, because she got very sick giving life to my sister and I... my father, Nuri Bade, took her to a pack in mountains far away where they could heal her. Apparently before mother fell ill, the two of them were a powerful duo with a loyal following of brave warriors. Even the baddest wolves didn't want to mess with them."
She hoped her answer would satisfy Fayelon. She didn't know a whole lot about the way things were before her birth - she only knew that things had sort of fallen apart after her mother fell ill. Esa had spent most of her puphood roughing around with her sister and surrogate siblings, and her surrogate mother - between raising four pups alone and fulfilling pack duties - didn't have much time to spend with her, or any of the siblings, one on one. The young she-wolf shook her head, not wanting to think about any of it in too much detail lest she feel a pang of longing in her heart. Tilting her head in Faye's direction, she wondered what else she would like to know. She was somewhat disappointed that she gave little interest to the sun set, something Esa had always enjoyed by herself, but she supposed everyone enjoyed something a little different.