Good To See You

*Miksa* · 07-13-2015, 12:31 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

It was a huge relief, seeing her smile as he said her name. The hope in his chest that their friendship might still have remained despite being separated from her for a time, despite him leaving without telling her where it was he was headed, flickered and caught, easing his nervousness while her silence threatened to keep it there. It was not like the girl Miksa remembered - she had not once stumbled over what to say when they had met - but then neither did she look like that girl either. It made him feel guilty for leaving without a word. She might not have technically been any responsibility of his, but he still felt as if he had done wrong.

That guilt only doubled when she admitted to looking for him. Ashamed, his yellow eyes lowered and stared at his feet, his tan ears tucking against his head. He should have said something to her. Frith was a good guy, good enough to offer him a home after Glaciem had fallen apart around him. Surely if he had asked for just a minute to go find his friend, to tell her where he was headed, he would have waited? Right? It pained him to think that whatever she had gone through could have been avoided if only he had thought to go looking for her.

Her search for him might only have been temporary, contained to the north, but obviously her travels had affected her. There was no hiding the effects of a hard winter, and though his guilt was still visible in his gaze he lifted it to look at her. She was headed south. That was a good idea. As he recalled, she liked the south, and surely it would be more hospitable to her than the north had been. At least she's here now, he thought, and smiled, just as she had hoped he would, when she voiced how happy she was to have found him. He was happy too, even through all the guilt. She had become a fast friend, it was incredibly uplifting to see a familiar face when he had been feeling surrounded by strangers.

"I'm glad to see you too," Miksa stated with relief, his smile shy and soft and just slightly touched by his guilt. As his face grew somber, the weight of that guilt finally driving him to speak, he apologized. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving. I should have looked for you and told you." He still wished he had, and would if he could only go back and do it again. "My pack disappeared and one of our allies - a pack called Threar - offered to take me in," the timid boy quietly explained, knowing it was not an excuse but feeling as if he needed to tell her all the same. "I live close by, in a territory by the coast." And where was she staying? How was she fairing now that she was away from the north? He wanted to ask, his concern for her strong, but chose silence instead. She would likely tell him anyway, he assumed.

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