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It had been a week into his 'grounding' and he was still angry about it, his father had cooled him down some but somehow the anger was still clinging to him. He wanted to apologize to him mom but he wanted an apology too, was that wrong? He didn't know, but he had become more distant from her since that incident. He wasn't sure how to act about the whole screaming fest and the longer he let it go the less willing he was to step forward and the more he completely avoided his mother. Their relationship had taken a spike downward. There were times he got glimpses of her, but still he kept to himself not saying a word to her. He cursed himself for not stepping up, but hell! She started it..shouldn't she come forward first? She didn't let up, she pushed him too far! All this worry, all this upset made it so hard for him to sleep. He was confined to Crimson Dreams like a mere pet, he wasn't a pet! He was a boy, no a man! He tossed and turned trying to sleep, his dreams were fitful at best and full of nightmares. His fathers words haunting him. What if he lost his parents!? He wouldn't let that happen! He wouldn't let her die even if she pissed him off and he didn't like her right now. She was confining him, pushing him back pushing him down but curse the beast or creature that tried to hurt her, or kill her. He would rip them apart even if he died in the process.
His ears became caressed by a howl he hadn't heard before. It called to him and he rose from bed eyes widened as he tried to think of who it cold be. It was so musical and sweet sounding. He looked out the window letting his ears pinpoint the direction it came from. A large smile came from him and he rushed down the stairs and out the door not stopping for anything, even his fur was a mess and he didn't bother messing with it. He knew it had to be Nayru, she had haunted his dreams at times, even the nightmares. In all his dreams he was with her kissing her, and then he was torn away from her. He would never let out how much he wanted to just leave and come see her, or how much he wanted to just touch her hand and hold her. He was too shy for that, but then there were times he wondered if he just did that, what would happen? He wouldn't dare, he wanted to see if she liked him, what if she didn't and he tried, surely she'd hate him and never talk to him again. He feared she didn't think of him that way, so he wouldn't dare make a move, not yet. Being friends with her was better than not being around her.
Finally he came upon her, he had ran all the way here so it was no wonder when he leaned over over placing his hands on his knees panting, a sparkle in his sky blue eyes as he looked at her, "..Hey!" He smiled more, "..I'm sorry I haven't come to Dahlia...my parents were pissed..so...I'm grounded." He laughed, "I'm sure this is a breach of contract but forget them.." He laughed more as he straightened up with that playful smile he had, looking to what she brought with her, "Oh..is that...?" His eyes looked down to the book inquisitively before he suddenly noticed something on her ankle, his head tilted as he tried to get a better look at it, but he pulled his attention away, he didn't want to bombard her with questions. He didn't want to scare her away, if anything he was extremely awkward around girls when it comes to interacting with them. His sister and mother didn't count, it was the females he wasn't related to that he seemed to become nervous around. He would try and patiently wait before asking about what was on her ankle and to try and keep his questions in check he looked into her crimson orbs.