Test Your Luck

Walk | Talk | Think

Apparently fate seemed determined for her to start reuniting with old faces, and honestly Callisto was unsure what to think about it. She had never really felt anything toward this remembered fighter's family - except maybe that his sister had always smiled too much and his mother was as self-centered as they came - but it was strange to her that now she had run into two old faces that she had met long before. It made her paranoid, or at least more paranoid than she already was, that worse faces would eventually crop up again, and she was sure she would never be ready for that sort of reunion.

The wolf did not come alone, he explained. His family was near and his sisters had intentions of joining the pack again. The thought of possibly seeing the smiling one on a regular basis was rather irksome, but the sour look that threatened to creep onto the healer's face morphed as Jakart spoke of his parents passing away. That was a touchy subject, one Callisto did not know how to respond to properly. Did she apologize? Try saying they were in a better place? Could she get away with saying nothing? Awkwardly she chose the latter, and was grateful when the conversation shifted again.

He did not provide his name, but he did at least corroborate the same story she had in her memory. It was less helpful since she still could not remember what to call him, but at least she had placed him right. He stepped forward, looking as if he intended to get closer to her, and just a second after he moved Callisto did too, backing away to keep a constant distance between them. The fact he picked up on her condition and brought it out into the open did not entirely make her feel any better, and her distrust was amplified by her season. "I'm not getting away from anything," she answered snappishly, realizing after she spoke that she was more irritated than she had realized. The end of the season could not come soon enough.

She wondered for a moment if she should just give up her search, return to Ebony, and try again another time when the Thicket was emptier. At least then she would not have to converse with anyone, particularly males, who could easily set her even more on edge than being outside of the pack's borders did on its own. But she had already risked everything once to get where she was; did she really want to risk it again later? "I'm  trying to find a plant." Brusquely, she started walking again, widely skirting around Jakart so that she could resume her search where she had left off.