[J] Fondest dreams

Wayne McCoy · 04-23-2012, 04:16 PM

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Make sure the quotation marks are straight, not fancy curved ones? That's all I can think of. xD Anyway, welcome to Casa. <3 We can continue this thread if you want, but you're free to post elsewhere now too!

Wayne smiled faintly as she asked him where he'd learned he language. Ma mère parlait un peu, he explained. Et en espagnol. He was surprised that he could say as much as he was, honestly, since it'd been so long ago. He'd always been shy about practicing the language, since his accent was horrendous, but the woman before him seemed to be able to understand. She wasn't snickering or anything, either, so he decided he'd continue for as long as he was able to.

The wolf hybrid spoke slowly and neatly for the man, who nodded. Low speech was something he had never bothered to learn, which was strange considering how often he was around his horses. Certainly, he knew their moods better than most in the pack, and he was fine with the slightly more limited communication they had. They understood his reins and legs when he rode them, and they understood a soothing word, while he knew if they were upset or grumpy or pleased. Some might consider using a prey animal's tongue to lure them closer as a dirty trick, but he saw it as no different than calling livestock to slaughter. Maybe not pleasant, but a hell of a lot easier than hunting, especially in tough times.

He smirked when she mentioned her ability with blades, flourishing them briefly to prove her words. Many here are. It seemed that everyone had some weapon or another that they fancied using, and it reminded him that he was no warrior compared to the others in the pack. All he had were muscles from riding and the instinct of his ancestors to hold his own in a scuffle, something he was not looking forward to again.

Her smile was perhaps a little open and warm for someone he'd just met, but he wrote it off as eagerness, his mood too high to contemplate anything else. He'd been stormy lately, as a matter of fact, so she was lucky that he was smiling and making an effort to speak her language with her rather than sitting gruffly atop a horse like normal.

Well then, Adriana Delacruz... Wayne sank his hands into his pockets once again and grinned, standing aside so she could cross the border into the territory. Bienvenue à Casa di Cavalieri.

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