I am generally impartial to these sorts of things and yet I have been driven to become more curious, less reclusive perhaps, in these recent seasons. At least, I am not inclined to turn down these unusual propositions; the woman who offered us the pleasure was a curiosity and, of course, Taviora itself is even more so. It is even impressive,
I think, that Zelda allows those from Glorall to come despite her knowledge of Ehiyeh and her alleged sins. But what does it matter? What matters is that I have been able to roam the expanse of Taviora to some extent; some part of me sought out of my old den, the den near where Solaris once was, but I keep my younger self caged away. He was a fool, after all. Taviora was a home but it was never entirely my home, no?
When I return to the gathering, I must admit there is a part of me that is curious as to whether or not Zeltzin will appear. Since Moteuh's death, things have been...strained, one might say. Her emotions are not those I can understand,
not entirely at least, and I am sure I appear much the same to her. Yet, her voice is the first one that draws my attention for some time; strange to hear my name said with such inflection, the tune of happiness. It make my head turn, my eyes meeting hers instantly as she fast finds herself right near me. I do not refuse her touch though I feel the familiar prickle of uncertainty beneath my skin; instead, I momentarily lean my cheek into hers before she moves away, my own form recoiling a small step back. After all, she is...sensitive. I do not wish to be too close nor too far; though I enjoy her company, the unusual nature of her gentleness, I do not pretend to ignore that my own presence is brash at times. It is better to have breathing space - for the both of us.
I pause then, uncertain as to what I ought to say. Small talk. It has never been my skill nor my interest. I can feel my paws shuffle ever so slightly with the expectation. Zeltzin likes small talk - she enjoys the conversation, the art of talking. Ah, perhaps that is why I was unable to give her whatever it was she sought within me. I almost smirk at my own insolence but I look away in time to hide it, feigning interest in those gathering some distance away.