table © Alaine
ooc: hehehe XD
She seemed to take his compliment well, which was as hoped. Caillen watched the lady anxiously with his peripherals, just checking to make sure that it had not been taken in the wrong way. That was another strange aspect of her gender - The ability to make even the most well-meant statements into a blaspheming travesty. Sepirah seemed slightly surprised that he'd gone so far as to call her pretty. The slate wolfdog found that odd, as surely every male in her pack called her such? If not, then they were clearly a blind lot.
These vague thoughts helped to clear away the sheepish blush that had momentarily colored his features, which was a good thing, because with Caillen's lighter coloring there was no doubt that Sepirah must have seen it. The boy looked down at his hands, embarrassed. He hoped she didn't think less of him for his reaction; He couldn't help it, it was just the effect that pretty ladies such as herself had on him! The youth cursed his stuttering idiocy. He must look like such a fool, and he was surely sick of feeling like one every time he opened his mouth.
A quick peek across at the ebony jackal-lady revealed that she now seemed distracted fiddling with her hair. It was in a sleek ponytail, that spilled through her fingers like liquid ink. Caillen watched her for a moment, until she replied, before quickly lowering his gaze back down to his hands.
His hands were big. As he watched, Caillen turned them over, palms up. The large pads on his palms were calloused and hard, due to all the adventuring he'd been doing. His fingers were tipped with large claws, wickedly curved, much like Sepirah's smaller ones, and in one he still held the antlers. Maybe she would know how to make some sort of head-dress out of them? At the thought of the lady, the boy risked another glance, and found that she was speaking to him - Something about his ears? The sound of her voice was very relaxing, much like the sound of the rain falling outside. He figured he must still have some of that rain in his ears, for he should have been listening to her... Had she just called him cute? An ever so slight frown darted over his ever-blue eyes. Cute was something that puppies were, or new-born whatevers. He didn't want to be cute, he wanted to be daring, bold! He wanted women to look at him and think, there is a man who knows the world! There is a man who can provide! But he was, after all, still just on the cusp of manly-ness; Still a boy, yet to be that hero he so wanted to be.
He sighed softly, missing the warmth of Sepirah against his side.
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