Braggarts and Thieves
08-17-2015, 05:34 PM
For the first time in his life, as far as he could remember, Talon felt.. at peace. To say he felt like he had a home wouldn't be right, for the Diamáchi had no real home or lands that they called their own. And yet he knew he had a group to depend on, that he could call if he needed, and that thought alone had made existence that much easier. There was no more aimless, confusing wandering in sight for them, though he still felt like he might see Kangi around every bend and curve of the land. The ghosts of his past still haunted him. The last year with the Diamáchi had ailed so many of his pains, both the physical and the emotional ones, and yet as though he had a long journey to go until he was whole again. The way of life that the Diamáchi had adapted seemed perfectly in tune with his own. Talon had grown accustomed to surviving on his own.. it was a meager life, but one he had no qualms with whatsoever. He was thankful that Mithras had invited him to the group, grateful he had given him a chance despite how frail and weak he had been, and he had no idea how to return the favor except by growing strong and remaining with the Diamáchi. Most were mere acquaintances to him. He knew their names and their faces, but he was apt to be shy and withdrawn even still. It'd taken him months to get truly well again, and now he was beginning to come out of his shell - if only very slightly. Still, he felt an undeniable excitement bubble up within his chest when he heard Mithras' call. Not all of the Diamáchi were overly social, and he was accustomed to spending many days on his own without word from anyone. This, though, he was certain would bring them all together. He would travel as quickly to the gathering as possible, which was limited by his speed, given that he only had three legs.. and yet he tended to stray close to Mithras' scent and it did not take him long to make the journey. As he approached the few that had arrived already, a shy smile would paint itself on his boyish features. None of them were new faces to him, yet his attention fell mostly on Mithras and he would hop over to him, offering a humble nod of greeting. "Hi Mithras," he would say quietly, his gaze searching the others, his expression wavering between happy and anxious. "And the rest of you, too." |
