Good To See You
07-15-2015, 11:29 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Though he was still inexperienced at reading his friend's face, he thought he saw surprise there when he revealed what had become of his pack. Undoubtedly it was not something she could or would have guessed on her own - even Miksa had been blindsided by it - but to the boy it was still no excuse, only a sad and tragic fact. With a spark of life to her that reminded him somewhat of her old self, the green-eyed wolf attested to not needing help in order to survive. It must have been true to an extent because he had found her wandering alone the first time they met, but he knew better than to think every decision Esarosa made was a good one. Still, he smiled gently, grateful to see her smiling too and sounding as he remembered her to be. She seemed to know, better than he had at least, what it meant to live by the coast, and automatically she picked up on the huge shoreline of ocean water that went along with it. Miksa's tan ears perked as recognition entered his yellow eyes, and, still smiling, he nodded. "Yeah, a lot of water." Far more than he had ever seen before in one place. His travels had been few and far between, just between the north and the south, but never quite so close to the edge of the land itself. The fact their border went right along the water's edge was possibly the strangest part about his new home, and appeared to be a point of interest for his friend. Esarosa voiced an interest in seeing it for herself some day, so long as the leaders of his pack would allow a visitor to cross in, and already Miksa was making mental notes to ask. It sounded like a lot of fun, introducing Esa to his new home. It meant he needed to get more familiar with it before she arrived, if she was allowed. As for her, his friend's plans were still to head south to someplace that sported willow trees, a place that, as she described it, was magical. Willows... He knew what those looked like, had visited them - no, lived among them for a time. It felt like such a long time ago, almost like another life now, but he remembered them, and the pack his mother had brought him and his brother to. "I've...I think I've been there," he stated softly, thoughtfully, struggling to piece the memory together. He had been young and the memory of it blurred due to time. "Glaciem started out in the south, around willow trees, and then moved to the north." Could the place that she spoke of be the same one that he stayed in for a time? He should have expected questions about Threar now that he had mentioned the pack, but as he was asked what he thought of the place and those who lived in it he was not quite sure how to respond. It would have reflected badly on the pack if he did not say anything but good things about the place, but he had done so little there yet, held back by his own cowardice, self-consciousness, and homesickness, that he was not even sure he had a solid idea of what life there was like. Carefully, being choosy with his words, he tried to answer, looking a little nervous as he picked what to say. "Um," he began, buying himself just a second's worth of time, "They're nice. They're...sort of quiet, I guess. I think most everyone is related to each other somehow." They sure acted like a family, at any rate. "There's quite a few of them. A lot more compared to my old pack. And they did take me in," he added with a half smile. They definitely had to be nice to have done that. |
