06-18-2009, 01:16 AM
Geneva was well acquainted with both leaders of Phoenix Valley, or so she felt. She felt grateful. every time she thought of the silvery hybrid, DaVinci. She had no doubt that the male had saved her life at the borders when Brennt had attacked her. She wouldn't even be here now if it weren't for the male. She still had to find a way to thank him, but found herself tongue-tied even at the thought. A simple "thank you" seemed insufficient, but she didn't know how to relate to him otherwise. She saw the male as a protector, someone she felt a debt to.
Jefferson was a completely different matter. She felt as though she had a connection to the man, although she found herself always walking on eggshells around him. And then suddenly, she'd break through to him, and it seemed as though the truth of what lay beneath his icy exterior was almost overwhelming. Stll, she sought ht pierce his ever present armor, intent to get through to him, not matter how he tried to drive her away. She might not be the bravest being, but she was tenacious.
"I've had...an interesting time with Jeffeson in particular," the gray wolfess said honestly. Confusion, and for some reason, warmth, dwelt within her tone. The man was a conundrum, a metaphor with new meaning. She didn't know how to define him, and didn't know what drew her to him. But it was there, undeniably true. She shrugged and smiled winsomely at the white man.
Jefferson was a completely different matter. She felt as though she had a connection to the man, although she found herself always walking on eggshells around him. And then suddenly, she'd break through to him, and it seemed as though the truth of what lay beneath his icy exterior was almost overwhelming. Stll, she sought ht pierce his ever present armor, intent to get through to him, not matter how he tried to drive her away. She might not be the bravest being, but she was tenacious.
"I've had...an interesting time with Jeffeson in particular," the gray wolfess said honestly. Confusion, and for some reason, warmth, dwelt within her tone. The man was a conundrum, a metaphor with new meaning. She didn't know how to define him, and didn't know what drew her to him. But it was there, undeniably true. She shrugged and smiled winsomely at the white man.