Building Courage
06-09-2015, 12:07 AM
Walk | Talk | Think Whatever answer he thought to receive from the dark-colored young wolf, her answer still surprised him. She might have been newly arrived to the region but it did not stop her from already having an opinion of it. And, unfortunately, it was not the most positive. Miksa listened silently, trying not to let her words get to him. The northern region was the place of his birth, a part of the land he felt most connected to and where he currently resided, and Esarosa did not seem to think of it as a very nice place. She spoke instead of a place further south, something warmer and probably more colorful, and though he was partial to this area he could understand at least where her thoughts were. He had been in the south too; it was considerably more colorful and warmer there. His bright yellow gaze had begun searching around him, trying to see the wintry wood through the same lens his company did, but it was near impossible. He liked it here - the cold, the paleness, the quiet - and it altered his view of the place. But at least there did seem to be one positive note to be said about the north, and he was not expecting her answer. She had made no friends in the south? That did not sound quite right to him. The south, to his recollection had been a much livelier place than the north, which felt empty in comparison. How had she not stumbled upon anyone to befriend? But as he turned his head while he walked to catch her looking toward him with a smile, he felt an answering one of his own begin to tug at the corners of his mouth. There was a friend in the north; that was as good a compliment as any that his favored of places could receive. He was still smiling when he directed his attention ahead again, noting that they were growing nearer to the border that marked the edge of Glaciem. He hoped they would be able to find an abandoned den somewhere near it, and that his idea to drag her closer to home would not be for nothing. He would have hated that, though was drawn from the thought as Esa turned the questions back around on him, seeking his opinion on the northern region now that she had given hers. Oh boy, where did he begin? "I was born here," he confirmed, "in one of the territories that makes up my pack's land. Though it wasn't a pack land when I was born." There was an opportunity to branch off and talk about his own stay in the southern region, following the moves he had made as a younger child, but that was detouring too far from the question he had been asked. Maybe some other time, he thought, if there was another time. "I actually really like the north. I'm kind of made for it, so the cold isn't a problem for me the way it is for others." Miksa made sure not to look at her as he said it - he did not want her to think he was singling her out with the remark. "And the snow's pretty when it's not in a blizzard. Those can be kind of scary." Was he doing a decent job of selling this place for all the good points he knew it to possess? Possibly not. "But it's quiet here. Kind of peaceful. If you like that sort of thing." Something told him neither of those traits were on Esa's top ten list. He dropped his gaze as he walked, releasing an airy breath that might have been a quick, short laugh. "I'm...probably biased though," he added with a shrug-like gesture of his shoulders, smiling again in his quiet way. They were close, nearly there now, and just a little he wished they were further out so that the conversation they were having about his home might be prolonged. He was actually enjoying himself much more than he had anticipated to, all things considered. |
