10-25-2012, 05:28 AM
Everly couldn't help the flinch which ran through her as the staff collided with the ground. Whether the scarred male had wanted to start a small earthquake or simply pay her back for startling him before, the healer didn't know – but for a moment she felt like a girl again. A small and meek child receiving a scolding from an older relative. Had Everly been able to see through that child's eyes, she might have seen more than she'd bargained for.
Her arms dropped to her sides, the feather bracelet around her right wrist fluttering for a second. Ev's slim body turned to let the taller – much taller, actually – wolf pass, although there was no need in a place as open as this one. Her mouth dropped open, prepared to respond to Einarr's parting words, but a second later her gaze dropped too. The warrior's tone was more neutral than harsh but it still made Everly feel a pang of guilt for her words and actions. She hadn't been a very good representative of her pack or her family – even if they were all dead or would die in time.
The sea breeze blew the scent towards her only after the grey streaked wolf had passed by. Everly whipped round, nostrils flared – or she thought she did. In fact, she'd been stood stock still for at least a minute or two, and when her kestrel like eyes searched for the dark figure she couldn't find him.
It wasn't until Everly was walking back to lower ground that the voice piped up. “Didn't do a very good job of that, girl. Try looking with more than your eyes next time.” Everly's lip curled defiantly, a sour voice emerging. “Thanks for the advice.”
Her arms dropped to her sides, the feather bracelet around her right wrist fluttering for a second. Ev's slim body turned to let the taller – much taller, actually – wolf pass, although there was no need in a place as open as this one. Her mouth dropped open, prepared to respond to Einarr's parting words, but a second later her gaze dropped too. The warrior's tone was more neutral than harsh but it still made Everly feel a pang of guilt for her words and actions. She hadn't been a very good representative of her pack or her family – even if they were all dead or would die in time.
The sea breeze blew the scent towards her only after the grey streaked wolf had passed by. Everly whipped round, nostrils flared – or she thought she did. In fact, she'd been stood stock still for at least a minute or two, and when her kestrel like eyes searched for the dark figure she couldn't find him.
It wasn't until Everly was walking back to lower ground that the voice piped up. “Didn't do a very good job of that, girl. Try looking with more than your eyes next time.” Everly's lip curled defiantly, a sour voice emerging. “Thanks for the advice.”