my heart is caged

A deep breath was taken, the crisp Autumn air cool as it rushed into his wind pipe, holding it for a few seconds before he exhaled, letting it out betwixt his lips. Asking Thistle was ten times than gathering the courage to ask Ragnar — though little did Ein realize that out of his parents Ragnar probably would have been more willing to let him go than Thistle. He stood still for Thistle when his mother drew nearer, accepting her lick and the nuzzle of the fur between his ears and the thicker fur of his nape. In other circumstances he might have protested in the way that teenage boys were known for when their mother fussed with their perfectly styled hair but this wasn't categorized within the other circumstances category and he took it like a good sport. Even if it was slightly embarrassing. “I've been thinking and ...I have a question for you,” Ein cringed slightly at how idiotic he sounded. Right, what a way to prove to your mother you were ready to be allowed to go out on your own — Ein was pretty sure being able to correctly order his sentences was a good start and he was already failing miserably and he hadn't actually gotten to the part in where he asked Thistle.