08-02-2010, 03:00 AM
Geneva was not really startled to see Jefferson suddenly appear. She felt as though he had leapt out of her thoughts, an eery fingure cut against the moonlit night. It was as though her thoughts had summoned her once estranged mate here. But Jefferson often wandered, or patrolled, she was never sure really. He always seemed to have a purpose when he moved, although she did not always know whether he was trekking a physical or mental landscape. There were thoughts below the surface that seemed to devour him at times, and at those times he would sometimes wander, she had observed.
The younger female had striking bright eyes that cut across the dark. The Whilom merely listened to her words, but did not offer any conversation in return. Although she held a rank of some esteem, she was not really a fully functional leader in the pack anymore. A valued voice perhaps, but with Jefferson in attendance, his presence indicated more influence and power within the pack structure. She would be here to assist him if he needed it, which had been her original intent when setting out upon the borders in the first place.
The gray colored wolfess turned her eyes to Jefferson at that point, and in that moment she nearly forgot the presence of Aquilina. This was the first time she had truly been in Jefferson's presence without anyone else that they truly knew. Pripyat, their son, was now the gravity that held her to this earth, but there was something there that pulled upon her heart and seemed to anchor her even more firmly to Phoenix Valley. There was something there, reserved just for the two of them, and Geneva smiled sadly as she realized this and turned her eyes and attention back to the task at hand. She was both curiously happy and sorrowful. Whatever it was that moved within her heart, she could not put a name to it now.
The younger female had striking bright eyes that cut across the dark. The Whilom merely listened to her words, but did not offer any conversation in return. Although she held a rank of some esteem, she was not really a fully functional leader in the pack anymore. A valued voice perhaps, but with Jefferson in attendance, his presence indicated more influence and power within the pack structure. She would be here to assist him if he needed it, which had been her original intent when setting out upon the borders in the first place.
The gray colored wolfess turned her eyes to Jefferson at that point, and in that moment she nearly forgot the presence of Aquilina. This was the first time she had truly been in Jefferson's presence without anyone else that they truly knew. Pripyat, their son, was now the gravity that held her to this earth, but there was something there that pulled upon her heart and seemed to anchor her even more firmly to Phoenix Valley. There was something there, reserved just for the two of them, and Geneva smiled sadly as she realized this and turned her eyes and attention back to the task at hand. She was both curiously happy and sorrowful. Whatever it was that moved within her heart, she could not put a name to it now.