he compliments her, looking at her as if she were worth a second glance like she had given him just moments before. apparently a good impression was natural between them and she had her lack of combativeness to thank. oh, not that she wouldn’t fight if she had to-- but that she knew her limits in ways that her blood relative all seemed to struggle to accept. intelligent wolves were easily bred from genes of dragons and yet only the ones with eyes of white seemed to turn that to usurpers and possessors.
it did not occur to her that tesseract would not understand how she did the reason that weylin had gone mad. it did not occur to her that family was dissipating from the cares of the world. it seemed perfectly alive and well, really. demons were still demons, angels were still angels, dragons-- well most of them were dead except that one or two could be born (and that the single remaining dragon born to their line hardly knew what it meant to have that eye of white). it seemed silly to forsake blood, but then she grew up in a world where it mattered a great deal who bred you and who you then bred.
but all of a sudden she is answering him to the notion of what she wanted at their borders and her admitting again that her feet brought her here for sands… to which he offered a favorable answer, indeed. "Come then, Levi, we shall see the sea together. I feel as if I never get to enjoy its view as much as I should." to which she smiled, lopsided a little but cheery nevertheless.
and off they went.
she used a more typical lope and the king kept pace perfectly, both of them content in silence that came from purposeful travel and an ease of presence. he did not fear her, she did not fear him, and their strides kept them near. a unit, moving as one in silence as though their minds were connected - pack without a single utterance of accepting or denying. she was a natural, finding rhythm and pace in those with whom she traveled. the wag of their tails brush them against one another, buffet and accidental stroke, as they hit the shore and the ocean air swept harsh into their faces.
brine, breeze, and brush - it is glorall. it is the coast, the island a decent swim offshore, the field and forest behind them. it is home.
her head pulls up, her nose lifted and eyes closed, her deep chest expanding as she sucked in a breath until her lungs could take no more. gemstone teal eyes open then, the facets of her irises seeming even brighter as her feet shuffle in place, giving her a braced appearance as he looks to her and she attends him with her gaze in return. "Please, do not let me hold you back. Run, swim, do as you wish. This is as much of an enjoyment for me as it must be for you."
and the lovely glow that lights her grey streaked eyes is younger than her eight years. she suddenly drops low, a lap of thanks to his chin acting like a starting gate to a greyhound -- and she did indeed break into that same double suspension gallop, given to her because of her odd length in all things at the time of her birth.
she races towards the water and tumbles with an almost girlish squeal of delight as she trips on the break of a wave and is swirled to the shore, shaking her longer fur free of the salty water with a bright laugh that had nothing to do with self-humor and everything to do with sheer glee at returning to the place where she had grown up. this was her playground, this was her home, this was the place that had made her feel so empty when she left it behind with her one-time imprint ravan…
and then she is off again, racing full tilt to where the beach ended and then bolting full on to the other end where it became rockier. stopping at the end where she might lay panting with a silly grin to her maw on her side as the sun hit the white sand that contrasted her pelt so well.
The Last Daughter of Mirovis
[ female - eight - fond of tesseract - no imprint - glorall ]