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The tears that I've cried don't seem to affect her. I wonder if that has something to do with the rumors surrounding Iromar. Maybe they just don't know how to react to emotion. Something tells me she knows what she's talking about. Has she hurt someone before who hurt her? I brush the thought away, not wanting to think about it. She's been nothing but friendly to me and I don't want to change that image of her. She pricks her ears when she sees my reaction to her suggestion. How did she expect me to react? Did she think I would mull it over and decide I want to kill the wolf who took out my mom? I don't have a death wish. She smiles at me though and I relax a little. She sits down, seemingly able to let it go as she speaks, telling me there's nothing wrong with knowing what I can and can't do. She tells me that I should seek training though for self defense. I scowl as I contemplate it before shrugging. "I don't know, I might think about it. I don't know who would teach me there though. I think my sister is the head warrior now and she's not exactly on speaking terms with me right now." My shoulders hunch as I look down. "She hates me actually. Blames me for mom's death." I look back up at her slowly. "If you get time in your schedule, maybe you could see about teaching me a thing or two?" It was worth a shot. The worst she can do is say no. Tristan.male.5 years old.son of |