Mati found it odd that he had left the little wooden house unpainted. It would be impossible for her to let the small creation go unfinished, but such persistence and perhaps perfection was hers alone. Other could allow time to pass before finishing a task. Mati found his thoughts for her a surprise and overwhelmingly kind. The artist could not think of the process as two pieces, with the carpenter starting the process by building the structure and then a painter (of any talent or specialty) moving in to finish the job. But it was almost like that, perhaps Mati was simply more eager to pain it then Ehno. She smiled at his assumption, for it was nothing short of truth. She nodded, “I’ll take a look at it.”. her words were light and though they might not speak her eagerness to see the small house and wok on it the tone in which she spoke revealed her ambition. Though it felt like years since seeing the chocolate male, Mati remembered well what the house might look like. It was likely smaller then she remembered, since at the time the woman had been no more then a pup. Her eyes had watched the floor’s level, and everything, no matter the size, seemed taller and grander then she.
The violet eyes woman waited for his response, wondering if he would help her or not. It wasn’t much of a question, knowing that the soft hearted male wouldn’t refuse. He had been kind enough to speak with her, even when she had been slightly cold and hollow in her greeting. Then once more he had extending his hand and giving her the small house as a tool of inspiration. Mati could not seen the male refusing, though it was certainly his right if he wished. But, with the nod he gave and response that matched it Mati’s worries were lifted and brushed away. She picked up a few of the good boards and with a little balancing she picked up a few more. The two wolves walked out into the open air and without another word the Dreamers walked towards the manor.
At first the female lead the way, but as they settled into an easy pace Mati fell to his side and looked to the ground that she stepped upon. Silence filtered between them, but it was not because she was out of questions to ask or stories to tell. The Church girl was simply unsure of the path to take. Part of her couldn’t venture towards the Phoenix Valley border and even think about the wolves that lived there. She couldn’t, it was too soon and too sensitive and as much as she wished to be able to moved past it she couldn’t. But could she skirt around the issue, and settled the nerves of her stomach? No.
“How are they?” She asked, speaking of his puppies and feeling cowardly for not asking sooner or in a more elaborate way.