clean out your wounds
03-12-2015, 10:43 AM
He was happy that she confirmed her blindness to him, though he would've been content had she not said anything at all. His own sister, Sabine, rarely spoke about her own lack of sight -- to her, it was not a weakness, merely a fact, and one that she saw no need to talk about. Gods help anyone who dared imply she had any sort of defect The brute would crack a smile, nearly laughing at the thought of his fiery sisters, briefly wondering what had happened to make Salym so defensive and so unlike his own blind kin. "No apology needed," he dismissed her words with a shake of his skull. She said she wasn't used to others being so kind. He wouldn't necessary say he was kind, but he was deeply social... interested in conversation, merely curious and adventurous. Perhaps he was selfish in that regard, but he certainly didn't mean harm to anyone unless they gave him reason to act against them. It was a bit surprising though that she wasn't used to kindness; though he himself had been met with some resistance when meeting the wolves of this continent, they seemed rather accepting and eager to talk, though her cold exterior might be off-putting, the more he considered it. "I love to talk," he agreed with ease. Perhaps the only thing he'd like more would be to talk to someone in his native tongue, or someone from his tribe, or a related tribe... though he knew he had journeyed too far south to find any kin or familiar clans here. Her features lightened a bit as she smiled gently. Warily he took another few steps closer to her, his pawsteps somewhat aimless so she could hear where he was moving to -- he'd grown used to his own sister's blindness and had picked up on subtle behaviors to make their life simpler. "Though what sort of conversation interests you, I do not know," he admitted a bit forlornly. He'd grown used to his tribe's culture and he knew little about these wolves.. if they had any sort of beliefs or interests that differed from his own. |