welcome wagon

*Miksa* · 06-08-2015, 11:26 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

The boy's yellow gaze stayed fixed upon the young Destruction girl as she spotted him and began walking his way. He wondered if it could have possibly only been coincidental or if she might really have been heading toward him intentionally, though Miksa could think of no reason for her to seek him out. Maybe his lack of any real effort toward settling in had finally been noticed and he was going to be called down on it? Oh, he really hoped not. He wanted to make a good impression here, even if he felt intimidated by the whole process, and earning a bad mark right off the bat was not going to look good.

He glanced away at the last moment, trying to tell himself that it was because it felt like he was staring when really he was just more nervous now given the particular train of thought he had. Miksa's eyes stared pointedly out at the waves while his ears turned to angle back against his head, and it took Varda actually speaking to him once she was closer for him to acknowledge her again. With a little of his nervousness shining through, his eyes sought hers and stayed there as she politely greeted him. Was her question a ploy to get him to admit to not pulling his weight? Was she hinting he should have been somewhere else actively helping the pack out instead of just trying to stay out from underfoot? "No," he answered, a little more quickly than he had intended, "you're not...bothering me." He hoped he was not bothering her either, or any of the other Threar wolves for that matter.

The girl's friendly manner was welcome, despite the boy's worries, and eased a bit of his wariness. It reminded him somewhat of his previous pack leader, always bubbly and optimistic and kind. He might not have been very close with her, but he still missed Odette and her pack and all the potential that had been there. Would it have been anything like what this Threar was now? "Miksa," he responded with a formal dip of his head, his expression still unsmiling though he was beginning to think he was not in trouble after all. Was Varda only here to see how he was doing, just to check on him? Was it of her own free will and not because someone had asked it of her? He was full of questions, full of speculations, but none of it he spoke. Instead he remained quiet, listening, figuring she had something she wanted or needed to tell him since she had sought him out and leaving her the opening to do so.

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