welcome wagon
07-08-2015, 07:33 PM
Walk | Talk | Think The quiet boy listened as Varda began to explain, informing him of the scholarly ways of Threar and their emphasis on learning as much as they could. It was strange to him since every pack encounter he had experience required a choice in discipline to be made right from the start, but here everything sounded as if it would be fair game if he chose for it to be that way. Maybe that will take the pressure off, Miksa wondered as he reflected on his hope that he might excel at fighting, as his mother had. He had no proof to back up his hope - if anything, his meek manners probably spoke against it - but it did not stop him from wishing it so. She asked him directly where his own strengths resided, and a little sheepishly his tan ears made a slight tuck. "I...I don't know," the yellow-eyed boy answered, embarrassed, wishing he could have provided a known proficiency for her but knowing that if he did he would have been lying. He opted instead for honesty. "I've always wanted to try fighting. My mother was really good at it." He had to have some of that prowess in him somewhere, right? A well of untapped potential just waiting to be realized. Or so he hoped. He glanced across at the friendly and kind Destruction girl, searching her face for any sort of positivism regarding what he had said. |
