08-23-2012, 07:17 PM
The slim coyote came back out of the woods, watching his master. There was some drink in his hands, hopefully not the kind that would lead to the trippy sensation he'd experienced with Sidra. While Sidra and Aro both seemed to enjoy the experience, Raoth preferred having a clear head to think with. He watched Aro flip through the pages before finally turning and scribbling something on the paper. Curious he came forwards. This was something he knew. Amy had done some of this at times. Raoth had never been taught, but he recognized writing.
His eyes lit up, thinking about what he could do if he could write. He'd be able to communicate with others! More than just useless gestures! The sorrow in Aro's eyes as he noticed the coyote jolted Raoth. What was this? He felt pretty awkward, standing there wondering what to do with the emotion. Given the chance to focus on something else he came over, and pointed to the writing. He then pointed to himself, looking up with a hopeful gaze. Maybe Aro could show him how to do that.
His eyes lit up, thinking about what he could do if he could write. He'd be able to communicate with others! More than just useless gestures! The sorrow in Aro's eyes as he noticed the coyote jolted Raoth. What was this? He felt pretty awkward, standing there wondering what to do with the emotion. Given the chance to focus on something else he came over, and pointed to the writing. He then pointed to himself, looking up with a hopeful gaze. Maybe Aro could show him how to do that.