Seasons greetings
08-17-2015, 08:38 PM
Starling hadn't...been very good. No, since pretty much day one he had spent most of his time hiding out in the den provided to him, barely making it out to eat or hunt for herbs. He was depressed and lonely, missing his siblings and his parents. It wasn't fair! Bass had set up this training for him, and if he knew anything about Star he would have known not to leave while he was here. His anxiety was high, and he didn't want to meet up with any Sonticus wolves. No, he wanted to go home, where he knew the smells and the plants and his brothers were there, alone too. But he had promised, and he had something to fulfill, so he went anyways. Not that going changed absolutely anything. He could feel his dialect slip every time he tried to speak Italian, going out of practice without use. He missed Bass so much, missed their italian lessons, missed trying to get his father to eat the herbs he needed to, or teaching him what he should know by now. But this...this was what Bass wanted for him, right? Yet he had been reluctant to do what he had come here to do, which was, well, to learn. So with a sigh he would lift himself from the den, unknowing that the season had changed. If he hadn't decided to extend his training he'd be home by now, but he wanted to appear much more mature, like he wanted this. Shaking his head he'd turn towards the mouth of his den, venturing off to find Arian. She had had her children, so he hadn't wanted to bother her...or at least that's what he told himself the first few weeks, but now...now they should begin, shouldn't they? He wanted to go home smarter, braver, and able to handle most emergencies on his own. He wanted to be the best Abaven had ever had...and that meant he had to get out of bed. "A-arian?" He called, trying to find her, walking towards her den. "Talk""Italian" |
