The mountain comes to town

Ithiel de le Poer · 02-05-2012, 04:01 AM

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Trolololo started re-reading ASOIAF on a whim. >_> My friend was like, "oh hey bro, can we listen to those audiobooks?" and... yeah, that's a wrap. Re-reading is like reading an entirely new book: encountering characters you now know a lot more about now is awesomeee. ANYWAY blah blah blah

Ithiel is by me!

Ithiel had not been terribly fond of Myrika upon first encountering her, nor vice versa. The dusky coyote, however, saw the usefulness in befriending one more well-cemented in the pack and of rank as high as Myrika. His intent was not malicious in this -- rather, he simply sought self-improvement, as any self-respecting creature did. It also helped Myrika was capable of things Ithiel found impossible: taming Lystra, for one example; sewing clothing, for another. The dust-colored coyote therefore sought to reciprocate her talent in the only way he knew: protecting her where he felt she needed it. Myrika knew nothing of fighting; he could see this plainly enough, though the pair had never discussed combat before.

The dark man listened with the same stone-faced look as the man continued. A canine of strong caprice or less evenness might have laughed or taken the man's words as a challenge, but Ithiel simply nodded, acknowledging their truthfulness without admitting his own weakness. He did not know the meaning of the word "hippies," and the strangeness of it provoked a rare expression of confusion, passing briefly over the ash-colored man's face.

You speak true. I expected the same, coming here -- though I do not know what hippie is, the man confessed. He saw the man's agitation and nudged Myrika with an elbow, not speaking to her but motioning to the taller wolf with his muzzle. The russet-hued woman did not turn around; instead, she concluded her conversation with the shopkeeper and sidled away from the counter, though she seemed intent upon looking through the man's other wares before moving on. Ithiel stepped away from the procurer with her, still keeping himself between her and the rest of the tent's populace. Though the big wolf had spoken no intent to cause trouble, the same might not be said of all the other patrons of the festival, and Ithiel did not intend to let his guard slip.

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