Sitting beside him she felt safe. Though he looked like one, he wasn’t a monster or something from a nightmare. He was one of the heros one of the good guys that gave all they had for a single purpose, though Mati wasn’t sure exactly why heros did what they did. She could only guess that it was to help people. But, she had learned enough to know that not everyone deserved to be saved. She wondered, would he save those that had been bad themselves? He was like Haven, caring enough to place themselves in harms way to protect others. Even a dirty colored little wolfess.
I thought you did. He had always seemed to see her. Though, she had already met a Cyclops, a wolf with no eyes at all would have been something just a bit more fascinating. She declared him interesting enough, but when her curiosity was given an inch she always wanted a mile. She didn’t, wouldn’t ask for him to let her see. There was something unsaid about the mask he wore, and in a way if she did get to see what eyes lay beneath it some of the mystery that surrounded him would be lost. Mati didn’t want that.
Instead she would ask him something else, her eyes on the lake and her head in a pool of memories. You ever thought you were going to drown? Picking one from the masses Mati set her eyes on the water, remembering how she had been told what drowning would feel. Maybe he would know.
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