Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

Just one question? But he had so many to think about. If Fennec had any difficulties getting started, he might later reflect back and assume that he was the one to blame. While he stayed quiet, his gaze roamed here and there as though he was searching through his brain with the back of his eyes to try and find the right question to think about. He wasn't sure how specific he'd need to be...If he could simply wonder how is my life going to go? or if he ought to be more specific and wonder- and it made him blush to even consider it momentarily- did Fennec have feelings for him too? Part of him wondered how much he could push the boundaries of his question beyond just the mortal realm, and into the afterlife...At which point, he would have contemplated for a moment asking if his Dad was proud of him, and if he was doing it right. 

A faint memory came to him, then- but he wasn't sure it really was a memory. For some reason, the question of "Am I doing good enough?" came to mind. He heard his voice saying it with a pleading tone, and it made a lump form in his throat. Had he ever asked his Dad that question? He felt sure of it but at the same time...It seemed like far too recent of a memory for it to have been possible. The question lingered in his mind, puzzling him- but at least it had lingered ther long enough, and within enough focus, that it had potentially given Fennec what she'd needed in order to do her reading. The memory from his dream faded away as she began to speak.

Her words hit with such a resounding accuracy that he filled in her references with relative ease. Given the moment he'd spent thinking about his father, he couldn't help but feel perhaps that the message she was trying to get across at first was that he should put some of his past grief to rest. He frowned, as it was a particularly sensitive thing for him to think about- and he wondered if she knew she was alluding to something very painful that he'd tried so hard to keep hidden as he grew up. 

When he was told to trust his nature, he remembered one of the conversations he'd had with Wraen, discussing morals, and what should be done if he ever came into a fight that he could not finish. Something stopped him from being able to fight as hard as he might need to...He'd never been able to become the warrior his mother wanted him to be. The thought of seriously hurting another wolf made him feel queasy but there he was- still training to be the guardian and warrior that he felt he was obliged to be. The very nature of those trades went against who he was as a wolf- and it perplexed him now to realize that if he did continue on that path, he might find ruin. He swallowed hard. That was definitely something to think about. From what it sounded like, Fennec had given him a warning; and how he went forward was up to him. 

She did something with one of her paws, which he noticed, and her features brightened a bit, or so he thought. There was mirth in her voice when she spoke again, and he felt his cheeks grow warm when she said the word love. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard Fennec say that word before- and even if she wasn't saying that she felt it, it still have him goosebumps to hear her even speak the word. He suddenly felt a bit vulnerable as she began to dissect what could potentially be his future love life, but fortunately she didn't spell things out in terms of names or numbers. She made a good point of telling him to trust himself- it was something he was still learning how to do. 

And as though a spell had suddenly been lifted, she became herself again, and asked him for notes which made him feel somewhat horrified. How was he supposed to comment on that? He opened his mouth and drew in a breath, but then stopped. "How'd-" He cut himself off. "So wh-" No, that would't have been a good question, either. "How'd you even-" He blurted before he cut himself off again, and shook his head. "Woah, Fenn," He said, shaking his head. "It is- that's- I don't even know what to say," He said with a slight laugh. He was beyond impressed. He was left a bit shaken, a bit raw, but entirely confounded by just how well she seemed to see him. He felt a gurgle of his earlier, nervous laughter bubble to his throat. "That all, like...all of it...makes...A lot of sense." A laughed, a bashful sound. "You just like...Looked into my soul, Fenn," He said. "But at least it doesn't sound like....Like I'm too much of a mess...Right?" He asked.