01-01-2011, 06:32 PM
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Nayati stood still when he arrived, moving to greet him with a goofy face and a formal little sentence. Dawali merely winked at it and said nothing more. It was always amusing to try and throw Nayati off a little, but at the same time he meant it earnestly. He was certain Nayati knew this, else he wouldn't have revealed that glimpse of awkwardness, nor replied so formally. But really, in all his time as a Chief, he had yet to feel prouder than the moment he had handed the pale-pelted male the spear of the Master hunter, a relic passed down for generations. It was a symbol of such power to him, and he still could not get over the fact that his close friend was the one to claim it. There had been many masters of each trade in the Great Tribe, and the best of the best kept the relics for each profession. Seeing it in the hands of Nayati meant so much on so many levels, and it had been a true honor for the russet-colored male to partake in the process and witness it his work.
He had his thoughts on what Nayati's mind might be on, however the way in which he introduced the subject surprised the male. It was not so much his words (though they were not exactly what he expected either), as it was the quite obvious, at least to him, awkwardness the male donned while speaking. Somehow it was strained, and this only served to reinforce Dawali's initial suspicion on what it was that Nayati wanted to speak about. It would have been amusing, had it not been for the fact that the older male realized where Nayati was going with his thoughts. After all, he was a traditional male, and who else was there to talk to? Still, Dawali's mouth quickly mirrored his friend's as he confirmed the Chief's suspicions; so, they were an item. Dawali nodded, quite happy to see how this was turning out. "That's great, Nayati!" Dawali interrupted, too excited by the confirmation not to. There had been a long time since a mateship in the pack, although he had learned that Ember and Moonfyre were mates for some time, they weren't so very openly, and Ember kept to herself. Nayati and Liliana were both closer to him. "I think..." he said, stopping a moment to find the best words. "You know you love her. That is all you need to know, and that is all there is." He was perfectly sincere. That was how he had known with Mischka, and he had doubted his choice to officially ask her many times before he finally was able to do it. When he had, she had simply asked him what took him so long. Chances were that Liliana was only thinking the same thing, and eager to let the world see them together.
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Nayati stood still when he arrived, moving to greet him with a goofy face and a formal little sentence. Dawali merely winked at it and said nothing more. It was always amusing to try and throw Nayati off a little, but at the same time he meant it earnestly. He was certain Nayati knew this, else he wouldn't have revealed that glimpse of awkwardness, nor replied so formally. But really, in all his time as a Chief, he had yet to feel prouder than the moment he had handed the pale-pelted male the spear of the Master hunter, a relic passed down for generations. It was a symbol of such power to him, and he still could not get over the fact that his close friend was the one to claim it. There had been many masters of each trade in the Great Tribe, and the best of the best kept the relics for each profession. Seeing it in the hands of Nayati meant so much on so many levels, and it had been a true honor for the russet-colored male to partake in the process and witness it his work.
He had his thoughts on what Nayati's mind might be on, however the way in which he introduced the subject surprised the male. It was not so much his words (though they were not exactly what he expected either), as it was the quite obvious, at least to him, awkwardness the male donned while speaking. Somehow it was strained, and this only served to reinforce Dawali's initial suspicion on what it was that Nayati wanted to speak about. It would have been amusing, had it not been for the fact that the older male realized where Nayati was going with his thoughts. After all, he was a traditional male, and who else was there to talk to? Still, Dawali's mouth quickly mirrored his friend's as he confirmed the Chief's suspicions; so, they were an item. Dawali nodded, quite happy to see how this was turning out. "That's great, Nayati!" Dawali interrupted, too excited by the confirmation not to. There had been a long time since a mateship in the pack, although he had learned that Ember and Moonfyre were mates for some time, they weren't so very openly, and Ember kept to herself. Nayati and Liliana were both closer to him. "I think..." he said, stopping a moment to find the best words. "You know you love her. That is all you need to know, and that is all there is." He was perfectly sincere. That was how he had known with Mischka, and he had doubted his choice to officially ask her many times before he finally was able to do it. When he had, she had simply asked him what took him so long. Chances were that Liliana was only thinking the same thing, and eager to let the world see them together.