Moonspear This Is Just a Dream

Though the male seemed to relax slightly, he kept his head and tail high. His face was newly marked, a scab-covered wound running down the side of his face from some injury. It only served to make him more intimidating as Pyx was left to guess where it had come from. His tone wasn't quite as whiplike when he introduced himself, explaining that he was indeed the mate that Amekaze had mentioned. It puzzled Pyx, that such a kind and logical female had found a partner in such a gruff and intimidating male. Perhaps she was catching him at a bad time, she thought, wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. The personality she saw here did not seem to be one that would mesh well with Amekaze's, but attraction was a strange thing. Perhaps they were attracted by the opposite they saw in each other? She didn't and couldn't know.

A brief silence fell over them, and Pyx did find it uncomfortable. Not because of the silence itself, but more because of the still intimidating nature of the male before her. She wasn't sure how to behave, and cautious seemed the best choice. "It's nice to meet you, Charon. Your lands have been beautiful and I am honored to be apart of them." She said, not stuttering or stumbling, but still rushing her words slightly. After a moment he questioned her about her fishing endeavors and her eyes widened, embarrassment flashing through the hazel. She grimaced, shaking her head slightly from side to side. "Oh...you uh...you saw that?" She winced at the image she must have been, rising from the water shaking and sneezing. "Normally, yes. I am better. Fishing isn't my strongest suit, though, I won't lie. I'm better at hunting ground animals that those of the water. Though...I did manage to catch that rock, direct hit in fact." It was a small joke meant to break tension. She glanced to him with a tentative smile, wondering how he would receive it.

Before he'd really been given a chance to respond she leapt forward with more words, suddenly embarrassed at her joke. "So...are you...are you alright? That is, I mean, your cut looks like it hurts. Has...has the medic treated it for you?" She swallowed thickly as she bumbled through the conversation further. She might as well have asked 'whats wrong with your face?' as awkward as that had been to stumble through.