Cold Body in Hot Water

Jaden Ohanzee · 08-13-2012, 10:51 PM

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Date: July 13th, 2012

Setting: Steam Cavern

Time: Mid-evening

Character Form: Optime

Dress: Nothing! Jaden's fur is white in places now! Check his profile Smile

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Word Count :: 600+ || Points: 6

Things were finally returning to normal. The soft beat of home was warming Jaden’s paws and he was surprise to see just how much had changed while he’d been gone only a few weeks. His fellow leader had been busy. It was slow getting back into the swing of things though. For almost a week he had been home and it still seemed new. Days had been spent getting reacquainted with the patrol paths and a few times he stopped by the newest construction in their land just to take it in. It wasn’t as elaborate as the tall buildings he’d seen left by humans but it was surely something he couldn’t have pulled off on his own. And he had still gone without meeting the architect responsible: a fellow by the name of “Asgeir” who needed a grand thanking for his hard work. It was all a lot to take in.

But this evening wasn’t to be wasted away like many of the previous had been. Today he had a desire he wasn’t sure how to handle. He wanted to see his friend and he missed her dearly. Even with him being home it seemed she was still gone. They had so little interaction that it was shocking. If he didn’t awaken in the middle of the night to find her asleep in her chamber or hear her leave occasionally, he might not have even known they still lived so close to one another. It appeared the time apart had not softened her disdain with his choice of friends.

But he had to ask, as he often did, how he still felt toward her. He definitely wasn’t as angry as the day of the incident. There had been many long ours of travel spent pondering that confrontation. Some of what she’d said could have been born of anger and not meant. But if that was the case then why did she still give him the cold shoulder? Why no apology? He had been in the wrong too. On the long trip it had become apparent that X’ies, though extremely irritating nearly all of the time, did not have the intent attack others at every turn with his uniquely skilled tongue. He realized that now and knew that he should probably apologies for his narrow-minded attitude. He might have done it the day he came back too had it not been for his wounded pride. Nearly all that had angered him had to do with the position she took in demanding obedience from him. Both of them were leaders and such shared power meant nothing if she felt the ability to command him was hers.

He couldn’t come back home only to crawl on his belly and beg her forgiveness. That would be a sign that he accepted his place as her subordinate. If she expected him to bridge the gap and thought herself above it than nothing would be solved and the problem would likely arise again the next time she found it favorable to issue forth more orders.

So he was still a bit put off with her too. It didn’t change that he missed her smile, her affection, or the melodious sound of her voice. He missed her and couldn’t keep out the thoughts of longing for a single hour of any day. What else could he do but what he was in the process of doing now? He had to find her and interact with her, say something so she would have to speak back or even look at him. It was foolish to hope for that smile he cherished but anything was better than nothing. He tracked her scent to a cave and sniffed near the entrance. A stuffy warmth invaded his throat and he paused for a moment to gather his courage before venturing inside.

Jaden does. Jaden speaks. Jaden thinks.

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