The Sunspire If the night is burning I shall cover my eyes

She hadn't really been considering how he would see her, for it was her own strange and sudden insecurity she'd voiced aloud. Not normally one to be vain in appearance (a good thing, for after this she'd surely have scars to add to the sizeable one already present on her shoulder), she wasn't used to this. But her emotional ties to others had been few in her young life, her worries few and most of her acquaintances fleeting. Her home pack and the Sunspire were the only two packs she had ever belonged to and, as a result, were the only places she had settled long enough to call them home. Finding a mate? Raising pups? Both were still as far from her mind as could be, neither a goal nor a desire. Some her age would be looking to settle down, but there was still too much world to see for Vienna to want such things. Would she ever? She didn't know.

But she knew one thing... she wanted Sumayl. And apparently, he too wanted her. Not in that sense (not yet, shh dirty minds) but his companionship had been irreplacable ever since she ran him over upon their first meeting. The idea of him choosing another, or even worse, leaving the pack was utterly unthinkable to Vienna. She wasn't sure when her feelings had changed, only that it was true. Perhaps it was on the island, or perhaps the mountain trip, or even the weeks after. Did it matter? Not really.

His matter of fact "Good" brought with it a touch of amusement on her part. He'd always been the less whimsical of them, more of a steady (albeit concieted) soul to her flighty enthusiasm. Not that she minded... she didn't think her body could handle the sort of exuberant response she would have given had the tables been turned.

He'd certainly magicked away the fears of the night, and honestly his words were completely true in that regard. It was the perfect way he'd handled it, asking no questions and simply being there. Maybe it was narcissistic teasing on his part, but to her, at that moment, he was perfect and the night held more than a little magic.

"I guess so." The thought of herself in a steady relationship was one that was more than a little strange. Unlike him, she was no heartbreaker. It wasn't odd because males were normally her focus, but because of her complete lack of focus. Sure, she'd had some fun with flirting (a certain hunt with a silver plateau wolf came to mind) but never taken it seriously. Until now that is.

"If that's what you want," she amended, smiling. Was he one of those who balked at putting labels to anything? She wouldn't mind, but she preferred to call it what it was. Much less confusion. If they were to term themselves a couple, she wondered how her brother would feel about it. He'd deal with it, she was a big girl and he had no claim over who she could choose to be with. She hoped he wouldn't give Sumayl too rough a time for it, though. Such a thing would only harm what she was trying to build.

"I hope it doesn't bother you this is my first time with the whole dating thing, so fair warning, I may be terrible. Good thing you're so perfect, perhaps we'll even out." She was clearly giving him a little crap, but it was a true admission as well. She wasn't fussed about it, though. Her lack of experience should hardly change the way either of them felt, and did it need to be difficult? She didn't ask him if she was his first experience, though the answer would hardly bother her. She just didn't want to bring that past up now if he didn't wish to disclose. Vienna wasn't the type to let ghosts of the past drive her to jealously. She trusted Sumayl, naive as that might be, and once her trust was earned it remained strong until proven broken beyond doubt.