The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
He has been giving himself time, wandering as he had always done and taking solace in new faces to distract him from the extreme disappointment that he had experienced at the hands of his pupil. It is perhaps because he had believed he had found his soul-mate, someone who could see the very real potential that they had right in front of them, beside him.
Today was no different. While he was passed by numerous wolves, running here or there, he walked with a leisurely pace and a recently acquired peace about himself. He did not need to stress, to rush, for anyone elses sake anymore. He could take his time, smell some roses and admire the scenery of places that were slowly growing familiar with time. That he manages to stumble on what a few loners had decided was ‘their’ earth was only his bad luck.
And being commanded to come out hardly suited him.
He stops, mulishly for a moment, staring out from lapis colored eyes and the sunlight catching the golden markings on his form through cracks in the canopy. The look is not friendly, but not unfriendly either - this mostly being due to the presence of the male’s companion and nothing to do with the posturing that came with the demand. In the common tongue, he says “Shall I divert course simply to make the point that I will not be commanded in the freelands, or shall I come forward anyway to show that you cannot alter my course, even if I were traveling in your direction… I wonder.”
There is a lilt of chiding to his tone, but that is who he was now in Sekhmet’s presence. Dismayed and hardly accommodating. Difficult, perhaps, would be the best word. In the language only he and Sekhmet could use, however, he addresses her more formally. “Ah, yes, my fallen pupil. It has been an age. Do your companions all have a skittish demeanor like this one? He does not seem confident in the skills we both know you possess...” It is with a tone that is a little tinged with laughter, but he decides instead to breach the foliage between them and make himself known.
His gaze does not leave that of Sekhmet and his tail does not lower from its proud position.
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