the daydreamer's nightmare is to never even try

Vesper · 06-25-2012, 08:35 AM

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(405) D: She's adorkable. And you can has "raze just woke up" reply. *rubs sleep from eyes*

Vesper is by Alaine!

The woman stepped into the cave, the waning lantern light illuminating patches of her fur. She greeted the Centurion, who noticed that something was off and rose quickly onto all fours, blinking. Sometimes what she felt for Myrika was clumsy and juvenile, but in the darker moments like those that had hit the clan lately, her feelings turned sharp and serious in a heartbeat. She almost thought about shifting so she could offer a little more tactile comfort in a gently placed hand or a hug, but she cast that notion aside as Myri continued.

Her imagination gladly plucked scenarios out of the air for what she wanted to say and why she looked so, but the truth struck her just as hard. Her ear swiveled forward, and her pale blue eyes narrowed for a moment, not quite understanding. Ezekiel, gone? The leader that Ves had trained underneath, that had promoted her and given her a reason to respect the authority of the clan? She couldn't fathom why he'd just be gone, and when Myrika stated that she'd been made the Aquila in his absence, the scarred coyote's confusion only grew.

Why not me? was the first obvious question. But she looked at the other's intelligent eyes and red-splashed muzzle and knew: she was still an outsider, no matter how quickly she'd risen in the ranks and adapted. She had been in the clan for little over half a year, and she didn't have the familial bonds that tied the clan together. Once, that had given Ezekiel reason to promote her, but she knew that the others might have trouble coming together under a leader they barely knew.

Did he say why he left? Vesper asked instead, controlling the shocked tremor in her voice with cool ease. This was no time to panic at her friend -- at her new Aquila -- or cause her any doubt as to her new leadership.

The disjointed plea made her look up, and her shielded expression softened. Wouldn't dream of anything else, sweetheart, she replied smoothly, and came a little closer at last. The difference in forms didn't really bother her as much as it used to, and she only leaned a lupus shoulder against the other's leg. Struggling with other words she wanted to say, she managed to ask, How do you... How are you taking all this?

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