[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
This is who she had been waiting to see, wasn't it? As the alpha approached her she was seized with the terror she had first felt upon meeting him. He had been a stranger then, terrifying because he had represented everything she had not wanted to happen then, her father leaving her, this unfamiliar place becoming her home, and everything strange and unknown and bad. Again he was that stranger, although she knew just as much about him as she did her own father, mother or either of her brothers. There was no recognition in his eyes, lest of all any sign of happiness at knowing she was alive, although she really hadn't been expecting that. Yet there was no anger either or annoyance, which she had been expecting, there was in fact nothing. It was as if he was viewing her for the first time and she was beneath his radar, or perhaps he was viewing her at all. Except that he did acknowledge her, she'd grown up, yes indeed.
Cercelee could not think to do anything but nod at his comment. Grown she was, but she didn't know what to do with that, although his words as hollow as they sounded were a small comfort in a sad sort of way. Before the tattered male, Cer felt like the same child that had left his den one day and never came back. Despite the cool welcoming, part of her was still shaking and shimmering with childish excitement at being back, at finding the hybrid still reigning here, but those feelings were pushed away by her confusion at her cousin's emptiness, and above all her need to remain composed. Always calm, collected and in control. Only she wasn't in control here, she knew that, but it did not matter. Cercelee had to keep her wits about her and keep her body acting of it's own will. The polar opposite of her father, whom spoke what he thought and did what he felt without any regard of how it would affect others. Too many people let their emotions and bodies do all the thinking for them, and she wouldn't allow that, not now at least.
Laruku, Cer paused for a moment, as she wasn't sure what exactly she intended to say. This had not been rehearsed, she hadn't thought any farther then her arrival, and Laruku had not given her much to go off of. Best to blunt perhaps.
May I come back? Blunt indeed. What else was there to say besides exactly what Laruku would be expecting?
