Seeing him now, it flooded back so many memories for the alabaster drappa. So many times he came to her like this, tail wagging, brilliant emerald green eyes dancing. It was as though she could read his very soul through those eyes. But it was different now. Everything had changed. He was no longer her Dexter... and he never could be again; and oh how she missed it.
For a moment she hoped he would leave, but deep down she knew he wouldn't. She made the choice to return to Taviora, knew that she must face him at some point... but she still was not prepared for the ache in her heart that she felt when she gazed at him... or the look of sorrow that her cold, stoic demeanor left him with.
For a moment, the iciness in her eyes falters as his proud head droops and his happily wagging tail drops. For a moment the urge to rush to his side and cover his face with apologetic licks and gentle words overwhelm her as his once bright green eyes glaze over with guilt and pain of his own. For a moment she wants to imagine there is no Tuari... that he has no mate and that the love she feels towards him is reciprocated... but the voice. In her mind, that nagging voice of malice chides her. It whispers against such heartfelt wishes and reminds her he did choose... and it was not her.
Unlike her bond tie with Thor, a bond chosen by the gods and fates themselves, Dexter had a choice. Tuari. Thinking of him now, Talien wonders if maybe she should go and visit her bond. It had been some time now since last she saw the black Glorall wolf and his pale furred mate Inanna. Mentally she makes a note to take some time to go and visit with her bond and his mate in Glorall. Though her attraction to Thor was much more of a sibling bond than a lover, still, some time in his company would perhaps help to soothe her mind and offer comfort to her heart. Perhaps even the two might offer her some sort of advise or at the very least a listening ear. Her mother always said that was the best kind of comfort. The gods only knew how much she hoped that was true.
She shakes her head fiercely, doing her best to rid the hateful voice from her mind. Doing her best to let the soft whisper of her heart rise above the harshness of her mind's voice. His voice... soft, pleading, breaks through and she turns her eyes to him. Those deep emerald green eyes that she dreamed of for so long... Dexter. Guilt consumed her and she averts her gaze away from him, turning instead to gaze at the hillside that lay before her. "What is there left to talk about..." she murmurs, her voice a barely audible whisper as her ears fall back against her skullcap. She turns her gaze back to meet his again, doing her best to keep the pain away from her gaze.
Talien
Taviora : female : mated to none : imprinted to Thor : mother of Nenetl & Eztli