November 19, 2020, 09:53 PM
@Takiyok - one crasher allowed
Armed with new information, he needed to seek out his most trusted advisor to see what he should do with it, if anything at all. Wylla was pushing the pack toward war despite the lack of evidence of there being anything wrong in the first place. Taikon had gone to the cliffs on his own in order to judge for himself what exactly the threat level was. Unless Rosalyn was the greatest liar who ever lived, he believed that she had told both Mahler and Wylla that Sagtannet had nothing to fear from them unless they pushed for violence.It had solidified his suspicions that Wylla had judged the Rusalkans solely on the location they had chose and the battered appearance of one of their leaders. Taikon felt strange after the pack meeting that she had called for. He knew that others, like Stag, had not agreed with his approach. He had questioned a leader while being new to the pack, but this was his way. He didn't think his opinions mattered more or less than others, but the pack he found himself seemed to view him as lowly and thus should not be willing or capable of speaking out to injustice.
@Takiyok was the person he was looking for. She was the only one he trusted enough to voice his concerns and figure out what to do. He worried now that Stag had openly pushed against him that she would think less of him, but it didn't matter. His mind was swimming, and he needed someone to talk to that wasn't going to tell him to go fuck himself.
Maybe that was exactly what she would do, but she might at least be able to listen.
He hunted her trail on their mountain home, knowing that he would find here somewhere on her own this evening. The sky was very dark, as the sliver of a crescent hung high and far. The stars occasionally teased visibility through the cloud cover, but their light was dim. He searched for her, feeling anxious.
relatively thin from illness (Apr 13, 2020)
November 19, 2020, 10:30 PM
He would find her on her own, as she usually was, especially at night. And also keeping with her routine, she had been headed towards the path that would lead her up the mountain to the ledge she liked to perch on and watch the night go by. But as she neared the familiar opening between the evergreen trees, she spotted her friend in the distance, walking towards her. She had been meaning to talk to him about the pack meeting and everything that had happened. Wylla's plans had weighed heavy on the griff, and she didn't like the uncertainty of it all. She wasn't sure a fight would be the best course of action, but neither did she want dangerous wolves so close to them. What if they did cause problems for them?
She stopped and waited for him to get closer, dipping her head in greeting and smiling a little. When he was close enough, she would touch her nose to his shoulder.
She stopped and waited for him to get closer, dipping her head in greeting and smiling a little. When he was close enough, she would touch her nose to his shoulder.
Good evening,she offered.
I was headed up the mountain if you'd like to join me?She had much she wanted to discuss with him, and she felt most comfortable in her spot.
Inuttuk
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Common
November 19, 2020, 11:14 PM
Like clockwork, there she was at the foot of the pathway. Her orange eyes were obvious, lit in the darkness like lanterns.
She led the way up the pathway. It was the same as that which led to Asra's cave somewhere along the ridge. The ledge they sought was just the same as it was the last time they had talked. They were both falling into a comfortable pattern of behaviour, and he liked it, no matter the circumstances.
The way up was largely silent. As they neared her "place," he felt noticeably calmer. Something about her company and the familiarity of it all kept him feeling stable and okay. It felt like, even if the world fell all around them to ashes and dust, they would prevail as a pair. It was all quite romanticized, but being based in reality, he had trouble shaking the feeling.
Finally, he spoke. Where he might have started with a gentle "how are you," instead he went right into it.
Evening,he returned, nuzzling her neck briefly to greet her.
I would love to,he said, knowing now that they were of like minds, at least in respect to their desire to speak.
She led the way up the pathway. It was the same as that which led to Asra's cave somewhere along the ridge. The ledge they sought was just the same as it was the last time they had talked. They were both falling into a comfortable pattern of behaviour, and he liked it, no matter the circumstances.
The way up was largely silent. As they neared her "place," he felt noticeably calmer. Something about her company and the familiarity of it all kept him feeling stable and okay. It felt like, even if the world fell all around them to ashes and dust, they would prevail as a pair. It was all quite romanticized, but being based in reality, he had trouble shaking the feeling.
Finally, he spoke. Where he might have started with a gentle "how are you," instead he went right into it.
I went to talk to the wolves at the cliff,he said. He wasn't sure how she would react. He knew that others might attack him for treason, either physically or verbally. They might accuse him of disloyalty. He stood there, watching her carefully, hoping she would understand.
relatively thin from illness (Apr 13, 2020)
November 19, 2020, 11:56 PM
She was grateful he accepted her invitation, and she silently led them up the mountain, the quiet between them was comfortable and easily maintained. Even with the possibility of facing a war she didn't necessarily agree with, she couldn't help but feel content, her anxiety soothed some in his presence.
As they neared their intended destination, he broke the silence, and what he said made her freeze. For just a moment she was unsure how to feel about his decision to visit the pack that was most likely their future enemy. Of course, she shouldn't be surprised—of course he would want more information, and he was clearly ambitious enough to go and find it for himself. Unlike her, who had mulled around here, silently worrying over what hard decisions might be in her future.
She turned to look at him, no sign of anger in her features because she felt none.
As they neared their intended destination, he broke the silence, and what he said made her freeze. For just a moment she was unsure how to feel about his decision to visit the pack that was most likely their future enemy. Of course, she shouldn't be surprised—of course he would want more information, and he was clearly ambitious enough to go and find it for himself. Unlike her, who had mulled around here, silently worrying over what hard decisions might be in her future.
She turned to look at him, no sign of anger in her features because she felt none.
I see,she said at first. Naturally, she was curious to know what he found out. Obviously he returned, so they didn't attack him or kidnap him. There was probably no mistaking his scent at this point, so they would have likely known where he was from. She looked him over.
You appear unharmed,she pointed out.
What did you find out?she asked, turning to move again.
Inuttuk
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Common
November 20, 2020, 12:24 AM
(This post was last modified: November 20, 2020, 12:25 AM by Taikon.)
When she froze, so did he. They were close. They weren't family though. She could easily disown him for wronging her in some way. That didn't actually worry him, even though it was something that was always a possibility.
Slowly, she carried on, asking him what he had learned. He breathed out a sigh, seating himself on the ledge. He looked out at the dark clouds overhead. He knew that the view was why she had chosen this spot. It was particularly convenient that it was unlikely others would trouble them here and overhear a conversation.
If he trusted either Wylla or Mahler more, he would have brought the information straight to them. However...
Taikon was disappointed, and now he didn't know what to do with the information apart from pass it to Takiyok for appraisal.
Slowly, she carried on, asking him what he had learned. He breathed out a sigh, seating himself on the ledge. He looked out at the dark clouds overhead. He knew that the view was why she had chosen this spot. It was particularly convenient that it was unlikely others would trouble them here and overhear a conversation.
Rusalka. That is the name of their pack,he answered, looking over to her. His expression was wrenched, torn by what might happen versus what actually was reality.
I met Rosalyn, one of their leaders. She is gay,he said, realizing after he said it that it wasn't particularly relevant. He blinked, swallowing uncomfortably.
She claims that they are here trying to find peace, that they were at the Sound before. She doesn't want harm to us. In fact,he breathed out another exasperated sigh. Talking about his encounter for some reason stole his breath faster than it usually did.
She says that the scars Wylla spoke of... I mean she really is just a mess of scars,he described her while practically rolling his eyes in sheer disbelief that she had survived such an ecnounter,
they were apparently caused by the same people that took Wylla's eye.It was all very ironic and, to be honest, fucking stupid.
If he trusted either Wylla or Mahler more, he would have brought the information straight to them. However...
The worst of it is that... this Rosalyn... she says that the Rusalkans told both Wylla and Mahler that they do not come to harm us,he explained. Really, such news should have been the best of it. In some ways it was. But the fact that they had told the leaders of Sagtannet such and neither had felt it relevant to relay it to their members?
Taikon was disappointed, and now he didn't know what to do with the information apart from pass it to Takiyok for appraisal.
relatively thin from illness (Apr 13, 2020)
November 20, 2020, 01:28 AM
She took a seat next to him, her firelight gaze following his own golden one out to the lands below them. Rusalka—she knew the name well. The word brought a long buried anger from deep within her chest, and she clenched her jaw against it. Surely that black-faced bitch wasn't still alive. But if she was, would that change things for her now? She knew her niece and nephew were fine now, but the evil woman had soured them against their own family—told them lies when they were children that were hard for her to disprove now that they were well into adulthood. So many other things mattered more to her now than that revenge that once burned so fiercely within her. He named their scarred leader, but she had never heard the name, not that it would have mattered; she never knew the black-faced woman's name anyway. She was unsure why he felt the need to tell her their leader was gay, but it was beside the point. She had questions, but she put a pin in them and let him finish speaking.
She let him continue, and he informed her that this Rosalyn had claimed that she wanted peace. What was even more surprising was that she claimed the same attackers that took Wylla's eye also gave her the scars that covered her body. It all seemed very convenient, for sure, and without knowing anyone in that pack, she was hesitant to take them at their word. What if what they wanted was for Sagtannet to become complacent so that they could have the element of surprise. On the other hand, she trusted both Eisens, and Wylla at least seemed to think these wolves were a threat. But she trusted Taikon, too, so much that it made her a little nervous that she was lowering her guard too soon. So many times in her past, she had trusted and been loyal, only to be hurt by it in the end. She was conflicted, and it surely showed in the frown on her face.
But he wasn't even finished. He learned that apparently, this Rosalyn had told Mahler and Wylla that their intentions were peaceful, which was conveniently left out at the pack meeting. Was it intentional? or did they assume no one would trust that Rusalka was true to their word. It was hard for her to know now that she was finding out after the fact. It was then that she turned to meet Taikon's gaze.
She let him continue, and he informed her that this Rosalyn had claimed that she wanted peace. What was even more surprising was that she claimed the same attackers that took Wylla's eye also gave her the scars that covered her body. It all seemed very convenient, for sure, and without knowing anyone in that pack, she was hesitant to take them at their word. What if what they wanted was for Sagtannet to become complacent so that they could have the element of surprise. On the other hand, she trusted both Eisens, and Wylla at least seemed to think these wolves were a threat. But she trusted Taikon, too, so much that it made her a little nervous that she was lowering her guard too soon. So many times in her past, she had trusted and been loyal, only to be hurt by it in the end. She was conflicted, and it surely showed in the frown on her face.
But he wasn't even finished. He learned that apparently, this Rosalyn had told Mahler and Wylla that their intentions were peaceful, which was conveniently left out at the pack meeting. Was it intentional? or did they assume no one would trust that Rusalka was true to their word. It was hard for her to know now that she was finding out after the fact. It was then that she turned to meet Taikon's gaze.
If I confront Mahler about that, I know what he will say,she told him first.
He will say that he does not trust their word and so it does not matter if they claim to be peaceful.She still might confront him anyway—ask him why they were not informed of everything. If Wylla was demanding they go to war, didn't they deserve to know all the information?
And I don't know if I can trust their word either, Taikon.She looked away.
How are we supposed to know if they really mean us no harm; we have no real proof either way, and it is hard for me to know if Wylla's decision is misguided.She shook her head as anger had her tightening her jaw again.
I have run into problems with Rusalka before.She looked to him again.
The black-faced leader found my niece and nephew after my family was all separated by a storm. When I found them with Rusalka, she refused to give them back to me.Her expression turned fierce and violent.
Do you know if this woman still makes their decisions? I don't know her name, just that her head and face were black.
Inuttuk
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November 20, 2020, 02:14 AM
Taikon felt confused by all of it. He wasn't sure what his friend would say. He wasn't even sure what he would say to himself if it was him in her shoes. So he sat, feeling unsure and exposed at all of the pieces he had given her. It was as though he had been holding a very interesting set of poker cards, hiding the hand from everyone. Now that he showed them to only her, he somehow expected her to say "PLAY" or "FOLD" and move on.
The reality of the situation was much more complex, and she followed with words that he expected. She spoke of Mahler, not Wylla, and said that he would merely reject the notion of the Rusalkans being trustworthy entirely. He nodded, knowing that she was probably right. Though he didn't know anything about their friendship, Takiyok had known both Mahler and Wylla far longer than he had. Just because he didn't trust their judgment didn't mean she was in the same boat.
She looked away. She didn't know what to think, just like him. He was about to interject, and opened his mouth, but she told him of her history with the pack. What she said sounded painful, and he frowned, looking down toward his paws.
Takiyok asked if he knew whether the black-faced one was still a leader. To be honest, he didn't know.
He did know that people don't change, but packs do. Changes of leadership were common. The Rosalyn he met did not seem to want anything bad between them. If Sagtannet pushed for war, they would certainly receive it.
The reality of the situation was much more complex, and she followed with words that he expected. She spoke of Mahler, not Wylla, and said that he would merely reject the notion of the Rusalkans being trustworthy entirely. He nodded, knowing that she was probably right. Though he didn't know anything about their friendship, Takiyok had known both Mahler and Wylla far longer than he had. Just because he didn't trust their judgment didn't mean she was in the same boat.
She looked away. She didn't know what to think, just like him. He was about to interject, and opened his mouth, but she told him of her history with the pack. What she said sounded painful, and he frowned, looking down toward his paws.
Takiyok asked if he knew whether the black-faced one was still a leader. To be honest, he didn't know.
I don't know. Rosalyn is brown, she is the scarred one. She said that she and her wife lead, but I don't know what her wife looks like,he answered, shaking his head. He followed quickly after, not allowing her to interject.
Look I don't know if I can trust what they say either, and I'm not asking you to trust what they told me. It's just... Taki you can't possibly want to bring war to a pack that has done us no harm. It's ridiculous. If what they're saying is true, and I'm not even saying it is, us being hostile toward them will just invent what we fear. Your memories of this "black faced" bitch will be repeated in a different person,Taikon expressed, the hair at his shoulders flaring from sheer emotion. It all seemed like some ridiculous fucking charade and he wanted no part of it, but he knew that Takiyok had experienced real pain with the Rusalkans of the past. He didn't know if they were even the same people.
He did know that people don't change, but packs do. Changes of leadership were common. The Rosalyn he met did not seem to want anything bad between them. If Sagtannet pushed for war, they would certainly receive it.
relatively thin from illness (Apr 13, 2020)
November 20, 2020, 02:42 AM
He offered her only more unknowns, which helped nothing at all. Things would have been easier had he been able to confirm or deny the presence of the black-faced woman. If she wasn't there then she would be more inclined to believe them, and if she was, well then she would have more to consider.
But she couldn't deny the logic in what he was saying. It was ridiculous to bring war to a pack just based on snap judgement and an opinion of what they might be. It wasn't like with the Saints—there was proof of their nefarious ways from multiple sources. It was easy to see they would be a problem, but this wasn't the same at all. She drew in a deep breath and released it slowly shaking her head. She could tell this was bothering him a great deal; she wasn't sure she had ever seen such emotion from him.
But she couldn't deny the logic in what he was saying. It was ridiculous to bring war to a pack just based on snap judgement and an opinion of what they might be. It wasn't like with the Saints—there was proof of their nefarious ways from multiple sources. It was easy to see they would be a problem, but this wasn't the same at all. She drew in a deep breath and released it slowly shaking her head. She could tell this was bothering him a great deal; she wasn't sure she had ever seen such emotion from him.
Of course I don't,she answered.
I am a warrior; fighting is what I do, but I don't want to risk the lives of those I care about when there is no proof that they are as bad as Wylla believes.There was more, though, something keeping her from flat out refusing.
Stag is very loyal to Wylla, sometimes I think he's more loyal to her than he is to me, and that's my fault—I left him when he had no other family.The guilt was more than she could bear, even now that she was back; it ate away at her, and she felt like she could never be absolved of such a crime.
If we go to war anyway, I know he will fight; how can I let him fight without me? I can't abandon him again and I need to protect him. He has no idea what war would even mean for us.He was sheltered from such things; she had raised him completely different than she had been raised on purpose. But now he had just as much fire and no real training or guidance behind it—that was her fault too.
Inuttuk
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Common
November 20, 2020, 05:19 AM
She was a warrior. It comforted him. He wanted to tell her that he, too, had been trained to fight in his youth. He did not fear battle even if it might cause him death or doom. Takiyok agreed with him, though, that it was a hard-to-swallow pill that Wylla was selling. Taki was not willing to sacrifice those she loved on a split judgment.
Takiyok continued, telling of Stag and his odd loyalty and its vague reasoning. Personally, Taikon hated that he would be willing to follow something without evidence, but he knew that Stag was important to Taki. It seemed more than clear to Taikon that Taki's son merely followed Wylla for nothing else to follow. It was a pattern he had seen with those who followed his mother. In contrast to Taikon's usual conversations with Takiyok, he was unwilling to hear her when she spoke of Stag's loyalty and her own guilt. He followed instead what she said after.
Takiyok continued, telling of Stag and his odd loyalty and its vague reasoning. Personally, Taikon hated that he would be willing to follow something without evidence, but he knew that Stag was important to Taki. It seemed more than clear to Taikon that Taki's son merely followed Wylla for nothing else to follow. It was a pattern he had seen with those who followed his mother. In contrast to Taikon's usual conversations with Takiyok, he was unwilling to hear her when she spoke of Stag's loyalty and her own guilt. He followed instead what she said after.
You can let him fight without you if you accept that his decisions are his. And that you will always be waiting to catch him, waiting in the wings,Taikon said, knowing his friend would not like the answer. It didn't matter. They were on the brink of war, and she needed to see reason.
You love your son. But you have to do what is right,he said, slowly. He didn't even know what it meant. All he knew was that this faux enemy of the Rusalka would land them nowhere. If Stag followed Wylla off the cliff, he would be lost, and it would be his choice, and Taikon refused to let her go with him.
relatively thin from illness (Apr 13, 2020)
November 20, 2020, 10:22 PM
She shook her head.
It is not that easy,she told him.
He is my son.These words were fervent, almost pleading.
How can I watch him make a decision that I know is wrong? One that could be his last.Just the thought threatened to steal her breath. He was an adult—she was aware of that, but she was still his mother, and if something happened to him, she wouldn't be able to handle it. She had already lost so much, and now her children were scattered and she felt like she was losing them. And the way Taikon said she could just let Stag fight without her—did he even know what that would do to her? How difficult that would be? Would he stick around after that choice destroyed her? No else ever had. She had never been able to count on anyone, and she didn't expect that to change, especially now that she didn't deserve it; she had done the same to her own son, after all.
I just wanted peace,she said quietly.
But life has always had a different plan for me.She didn't know why she thought she could have anything different. It was time to pull her head out of the sand and stop acting like she deserved a quiet life. Slowly, her expression shifted into something more cold and stern, and she pushed her feelings down like she had always done in the past in order to deal with difficult choices. She rested her fiery gaze on Taikon.
I will not fight just because some power hungry leader demands it.She was not meant to follow. She had allowed herself to do just that, and now she was deep in a mess of someone else's making. It seemed no matter what she did, she would always find herself in these situations.
Inuttuk
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November 21, 2020, 12:35 AM
Taikon listened. She was right, in a way. He didn't know what it was like to have a child and worry so much about their decisions and life choices. What Taikon knew about Stag was based entirely on what he had learned from Takiyok, coupled with the reaction of the son to him asking a question. He was grown, but clearly still had a childish view of the world around him. The concern that his mother showed seemed fair, for young men are stupid and will follow women into fire. He didn't answer her apart from a slow nod of his head. What Taikon expected her to do, the right thing, was watch her son throw himself into the fire and do nothing apart from nurse the inevitable burns. But thinking about it, he started to understand why this was impossible.
She continued on, speaking of peace. At this, he had to take a deep breath in and let out a long, heavy sigh. Life seemed to be an asshole to the both of them. Taikon understand his own mess, since he knew that it was his own corruption that had led him to his exile. For her, it seemed she had merely been dealt terrible cards over and over. The both of them appeared to be playing a game where everyone else knew the rules and they did not.
Takiyok hardened, looking at him. She declared her choice. He licked his lips anxiously, sitting down. His head was low. His back hurt from carrying tension for days. He was quiet. Finally, he told her.
She continued on, speaking of peace. At this, he had to take a deep breath in and let out a long, heavy sigh. Life seemed to be an asshole to the both of them. Taikon understand his own mess, since he knew that it was his own corruption that had led him to his exile. For her, it seemed she had merely been dealt terrible cards over and over. The both of them appeared to be playing a game where everyone else knew the rules and they did not.
Takiyok hardened, looking at him. She declared her choice. He licked his lips anxiously, sitting down. His head was low. His back hurt from carrying tension for days. He was quiet. Finally, he told her.
If you weren't here, I would leave,he said plainly, looking at her.
This is a pile of bullshit. I'll stay to make sure you — and Stag — are okay. Not for Wylla or her pussy-whipped husband,he said, angry, but not at her.
relatively thin from illness (Apr 13, 2020)
November 21, 2020, 12:56 AM
What he said surprised her—so much that the ice melted from her expression to reveal surprise.
As for his promise to stay despite the 'pile of bullshit' as he called it, she wasn't sure what to think about that either. Taki shook her head a little.
And what have I done to deserve such loyalty from you?she asked, the surprise in her features shifting to something softer. She had asked him to come here because she thought he would fit in well and because she figured things would be quiet and they would be able to spend the winter growing their friendship and strengthening the pack. But now, everything was a mess, and she felt partially responsible that he was caught in the middle of all this.
As for his promise to stay despite the 'pile of bullshit' as he called it, she wasn't sure what to think about that either. Taki shook her head a little.
Please do not feel obligated to do that,she told him.
If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself; it is my fault you're here in the first place.He was also included in the wolves she cared about, but she kept that part to herself. Even if he had spoken out during the pack meeting, he had simply been asking for more information, and she felt he had been treated unfairly.
Inuttuk
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Common
November 21, 2020, 01:11 AM
Her surprise was expected. He responded easily.
Taikon was loyal to people like her. For him, he would much rather have seen her as a leader than either Mahler or Wylla. But that just wasn't the way the world was designed.
There are very few people on the planet I respect as much as you, and you've earned that respect,he explained. Most of the people in his life that he loved or respected were dead. People that he cared about had a tendency of dying on him, which meant that he had developed something like abandonment issues. So, when he found people he cared about, he stuck by them almost no matter what. Lunaria was another person that he cared about and respected, but she was busy doing her own thing, living her own life.
Taikon was loyal to people like her. For him, he would much rather have seen her as a leader than either Mahler or Wylla. But that just wasn't the way the world was designed.
I'm not obligated, and that's why I will stay,he answered, finally giving her a small, meaningful smile.
It'll be fine — don't forget I am also a warrior.The reminder was for both of them. He was so out of practice that he could hardly call himself a fighter, but he didn't mention that. He realized in that moment that it was sort of ironic they had never sparred, and made a mental note to start doing that in case things really did lead to war.
relatively thin from illness (Apr 13, 2020)
November 23, 2020, 03:57 PM
His words were humbling. Respect was important to her, and to know that he had so much for her made her want to never give him a reason to regret it. But she also felt she needed to tell him:
He assured her he did not feel obligated to stay, going further as to remind her that he was also a warrior. She raised an eyebrow.
That respect is returned.She dipped her head, offering brief smile. Anyone who had the nerve to speak up against the alpha in front of the entire pack while also being a new member had her respect. That went for Asra too, although she barely knew the northern woman and so it was tentative. Taikon, she knew well enough at this point, that his show of bravery only solidified a respect that had already been growing. She didn't see it as the betrayal that some of the pack did. As a leader, she would have never demanded such unquestioning obedience from her pack—that only created weak minds. And if the request had been warranted and better planned, Wylla might have had the compliance of more of them, including Taki, but instead it was a rash and emotional decision, and she would not risk her life for impulsivity.
He assured her he did not feel obligated to stay, going further as to remind her that he was also a warrior. She raised an eyebrow.
Being a warrior does not make you immune to injury,she pointed out.
It makes you more likely to be injured, as you are more likely to throw yourself into danger.She was not doubting his skills or his competence, but she didn't him or any others she cared for getting hurt over an unnecessary war.
Inuttuk
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November 24, 2020, 07:53 PM
The return of her words gave him pause, and made him smile. To be respected, by anyone, but especially her, meant a great deal to him. He hadn't really earned the respect of anyone since perhaps Aphrodite. He had no doubt lost it with Artyom and his family when he decided not to follow them after the floods destroyed Whitebark. He had arrived in the wilds feeling bitter and angry, wanting to fight off every piece of kindness or love that was thrown his way. Now, even in these dark hours of war, he felt thankful that he might have the vote of confidence from one great and proud woman. It was not something he took lightly.
Takiyok pointed out the flaw in his assertion, and he knew that she was right. He did not want to die just because Wylla seemed to think throwing themselves at Rusalka was a good idea. In fact, he doubted his own skill and competence in the arena, for he was far more practiced with argument and debate instead of physical fighting. Though he was not exactly old, his body was starting to show signs of age. His lack of sustained injuries was nothing short of miraculous given the brash nature of his voice.
So he headed back down, slowly. He swallowed. Anxiety pulled at his skin. He shivered, though he did not feel cold.
Takiyok pointed out the flaw in his assertion, and he knew that she was right. He did not want to die just because Wylla seemed to think throwing themselves at Rusalka was a good idea. In fact, he doubted his own skill and competence in the arena, for he was far more practiced with argument and debate instead of physical fighting. Though he was not exactly old, his body was starting to show signs of age. His lack of sustained injuries was nothing short of miraculous given the brash nature of his voice.
No, you're right,he admitted, still smiling thinly, as though all of it was a big joke. With a heavy sigh, he stood, walking slowly toward the path back down the mountain.
I need to think. It... um..He wanted to say "It will be okay." But he had the distinct feeling that it absolutely wouldn't, and he was not the type to lie to someone he respected.
I'll see you later,he followed, blinking, scrunching his brow, and glancing briefly at her with a vague expression that tried to be a smile. He felt bad dumping a pile of information on her and then leaving, but she was right that they couldn't trust what the Rusalkans had told him. She was right that there was very real possible harm that could come to her son, to her, and to him that was just not worth it. She had to stay for Stag, but him? He needed to piece his thoughts back together after talking to her.
So he headed back down, slowly. He swallowed. Anxiety pulled at his skin. He shivered, though he did not feel cold.
relatively thin from illness (Apr 13, 2020)
November 25, 2020, 01:15 AM
The shift was abrupt—one minute they were talking and then next, he was up and walking away. He said he needed to think and then cut off his own words, seeming disconcerted. She wondered if it had been something she said; it would not be the first time her straightforward nature had rubbed someone the wrong way or made them question their way of thinking.
She frowned a little but ultimately nodded. If he wanted to be alone, then he had every right to be.
She would stew over that for some time before heading down the mountain on her own mission to find the Eisen and question him about this potential war.
She frowned a little but ultimately nodded. If he wanted to be alone, then he had every right to be.
All right,she answered. She had plenty to think about anyway. She watched him leave, her gaze finally moving out over the land below once his form had disappeared. She couldn't help but want to confront Mahler about what she had learned, but it would be difficult to do that without a good reason to explain how she knew.
She would stew over that for some time before heading down the mountain on her own mission to find the Eisen and question him about this potential war.
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