She stood on the border looking out, vivid green eyes searching the distance hungrily. The desire to roam was growing once more. It crept in like the tide; ebbing and flowing with a regularity she was becoming familiar with. Warja was trying to find a balance between her two warring desires. On one hand, she loved her family and wished to reside in the home they'd made for themselves, but on the other hand, she hated the idea of sitting still. There was so much to see, so much to do, and sitting still felt like wasting what little time she had.
Blackened ears flicked, bases pivoting as she sought to capture the sounds beyond the quiet haven of Secretua. She itched with the intensity of the desire that threatened to propel her over the threshold. Things were happening out there. Just thinking about what could be going on just out of sight was enough to make her heart pound.
After he had been accepted, Kismet had decided to make one last journey to the North to share the news with his family and inform them his visits would likely be less frequent now. What he hadn't expected however was to find that his mother had vanished, her pack and most importantly children left abandoned in her leave. He had felt bad about his decision then, perhaps he should have stayed and tried to help them with their next step, build a new life with them but he had already made up his mind and now he had been back at Secretua, back home for a while now.
It was a little strange to think of it as home. Not a bad strange of course, it did feel nice to have a safe place to return to, but before the drama in his life had began his only home had been Valhalla. These were new lands and a new pack it would perhaps take a while to get used to. There was of course one wonderful thing about these lands and his new home. Warja was close.
"What are you doing?" He enquired softly as he approached her now. His voice was low so as not to break the silence that otherwise surrounded them, and not disturb whatever it was she seemed so focussed upon.
She was starting to feel better after all that had happened. Sure Rune was a bit cold, but he was definitely a lot better than those low life's she had grown up with. She was thankful that Warja had treated her wounds, which were getting better. Very very soon she would be able to stop being useless and put herself to work. This place wasn't entirely her family, she only owed Rune and Warja but that was that. Emma had a hard time coming to terms with caring for others after what had happened after all but she saw the female with another male it seemed making her perk her ears.
She seemed, busy though, part of her didn't want to disturb them. She probably wasn't welcome here. She wouldn't last like she didn't last in Abaven. Being in a pack was something she feared because of her quick hot temper seemed to get her in trouble. Though, she still needed to thank Warja and give her a proper apology, a Hutashi's honor.
Her body moved forward, cyan eyes carefully looking over the male before looking at the girl. "Warja." she said a bit softly. "I never got to thank you fully for what you've done for me, Thank you, and I'm sorry for getting myself into the situation in the first place." she said settling in on her haunches, then looking in the direction she had been looking. "What were you looking at?" she whispered narrowed her eyes a bit confused.
"What are you doing?" The question broke through her reverie. Warja blinked a couple of times and took a deep breath to further the rise away from her daydreaming. That was a good question. What was she doing? "Thinking," came her response. It was true, although it left much to be desired. Putting these particular thoughts into words was difficult. How could she explain what she herself didn't understand? "What about you," she countered, "What are you doing?"
"Warja," Came the voice of another, and the young medic turned to meet the gaze of the fae she'd helped at the border. "No need to apologize," she murmured. It wasn't like she'd intentionally rammed herself into a tree branch. Nonetheless... "You're very welcome."
Emma's next question received an equally cryptic answer as Kismet's. Warja shrugged, her expression playful. "Nothing in particular; the horizon, the possibilities." The adventure.
He'd had some doubts but this was the best choice he decided, here with Warja perhaps the only wolf he felt he could rely on if he had to. His mother had gone, Sarak apparently reappeared only when the time suited him and Soren, whilst his brother had never hurt him and Kismet still cared deeply for him though he'd always had Soren's back, never really the other way around. His siblings would hopefully be fine, he would look out for them as best as he could but he wasn't going to leave this behind.
Thinking? Was plotting perhaps a better word? He still recalled the freedom celebration she had chosen, taking him deep beneath the earth where the only light had come from the burning river of lava. The warrior princess had calmed in personality since their days as children though there was certainly still a wild streak within her.
Before Kismet could give her any sort of response however another voice would ring through the air. A stranger to the russet marked male though clearly she knew Warja. Another member of Secretua perhaps? He would remain silent as the the two women discussed something, it sounded like it had been a serious matter and one part of Kismet felt perhaps he should slip away and catch up with Warja later. The other part however, a little more selfish in thought would much prefer for Emma to leave. Of course there was the option to stay and the three of them talk, once that he would consciously choose though the second still seemed rather appealing.
