and the love kickstarts again

Pripyat Soul · 01-05-2012, 01:49 PM

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As they had walked along Sage confirmed Pripyat's guesses, both the one spoken out loud and the one kept silently to himself. Indeed the girl hailed from the coyote clan and the peace loving man that led the Ichikans was indeed her father. The slate and cream colored boy only nodded at this and said no more. Aside from a general curiosity, what did it matter to him where the woman came from? As long as she brought not trouble with her—and he couldn't imagine this soft spoken girl to be hauling about conflict and turmoil. Rather, he guessed, if not the pure desire to be aside her father, it was that from which she fled, for Inferni was infamous for its clashes and quarrels.

No, the girl who had reluctantly ascended the stairs of the Abbey but happily soaked in the sights once among the great buildings did not seem a troublemaker to Pripyat. The gentle lady would be afforded the same courtesy that he showed all the other Ichikans at least. Inside the lodging room he found the floor cushions so they could seat themselves, and without saying a word he placed two of them on the ground. Chairs were nonexistent in the Abbey, but he doubted very much that the girl he found meditating on the mountain top would mind very much.

Although he was awkward and silent as they settled into the room, Sage knew how to make small chat—a skill Pripyat could never quite master. He nodded absently, and turned his attention back to the turkey, mindlessly plucking feathers out of the dead flesh. That the coyote woman seemed to be able to so flawlessly make conversation angered him in a way. Again he was reminded of Arye, who had been friendly enough to submerge both of them into Ichika but had not bothered to live longer enough to keep guiding the sullen male any further than that. Ocean eyes met honey colored ones, and he couldn't help that his voice sounded a little more annoyed than usual, not even bothering to acknowledge her words of gratitude. "Would you like to eat now? I can cook it, or we could just eat as is."

He proffered the turkey. Though the man had become apt at cooking meat, turning the copper flavor into a savory one, seasoned with the herbs he had collected, the Eika usually ate his meals raw. It was more natural, kept him closer to his primal roots that he often denied while waltzing about on two legs. Yet if the lady desired, he would build a tiny inferno and roast the turkey, though he secretly wished to just get the night over with. He did not want to explain that this was his private room in the Abbey, one of the few lodging rooms with a fireplace, and he did not want to stay in the room with the girl who, for some reason, seemed to spark unrest and unhappiness within him.

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