cooking up a dream

Haha, I wondered how Cara would react towards him! Love it.

He caught the look in her eyes and almost gave pause. The words were loose from his mouth now; he couldn't take them back and let her go on her way. It was a look he could have sworn that he recognized, though the reasoning that he saw was much different. That look had been the same one he recalled his father giving when he realized there was nothing he could do to stop Mordecai from venturing out into the world. His own gaze hardened for a moment, but it subsided. He could not falter her for how she felt, because it was just. He did not expect her to understand wherein his sympathies lied, or how he had chosen to deal with the situation.

But it wasn't a picture perfect disintegration into acceptance. While he acknowledged his ties to Ptarmigan and Viggo and shared them, he was reluctant to accept her leadership. Though as he closed that distance between himself and Cara, he made no move to bend to her will either. He was unhappy with all of it, and it was made clear. Mordecai had little desire to be thrust into politics, though even that seemed to be an inevitability. “I'd be glad to. The caches are coming along pretty well, but I don't think I'll be satisfied until we've stuffed this place full,” he mentioned, bringing a toothy smile to his face. He tried to muster some good will between them, and the fair wave in his tail suggested such. No, he didn't expect her to be happy with him, but he wanted the cooperation all the same.