For a long time, Zawyne continues rambling, going on and on, expecting an answer to pop out of him at any second so she can stop. But when she finally did, an awkward silence was the only thing to greet her, and once again her own words filled the void and as she continued talking she wondered why he would not say anything? Surely he understood her - he watched her intelligently.... Zawyne had never had an issue talking to others, but now she felt awkward, clumsy almost with her tongue. This self-consciousness… It had all started when she had grown, when her womanly body had become more apparent. Suddenly she was aware of how others saw her, how they looked at her, and had to wonder what they thought about when they saw her. Her sister Losa insisted that Zawyne was pretty, but for the wolves of the this place, who had never had anything magical happen in their life time before the Arcus Irae had shown up, the sunrise princess had to wonder if they instead found her strange, odd, peculiar. And so, finally, Zaffy had asked if he was all right, if he had no home to go to… Perhaps it was a little personal, considering this is only their second time meeting, and the first time under the pretense of being prior acquaintances. But she had always pried into everyone else’s business, and that was not something that would likely change anytime soon.

Yet it was those last two questions that finally broke the brute’s silence, slipping loose syllables - consonants and vowels - to string together into words, into a sentence, but it was not an answer to anything she had asked. No, instead he countered with a question of his own - did she not want him here. Zawyne noticed that he had come closer to her, stepped into her space yet again, but she refused to back up anymore. Still, her head had reared back, the question catching her off guard. She pursed her full lips and unconsciously bit the inside of her lower lip. Slowly, Zawyne shook her head once, and then a second time.

“No, it is not that. It is more… I suppose it is strange to see you again so soon after… What transpired in the bowels of the cavern. This land is vast, with many nooks and crannies, paths and trails… And yet it is here that you and I both appeared at the same time. What an odd twist the gods have play for us, do you not think so?”

Her head cocked to the side with a slight smile as she referenced the gods. Zawyne’s belief in the two deities was firm, for it was what she been taught since birth, and it was their stories that she had been told time and time again. She believed that everything happened for a reason, and although they all had free will, that if she held true everything would end up all right. Especially now, especially now she held tight to it. If she had not followed her sister in to the caverns, who knew what would happen to the tiny dear Princess, or to Vladimir‘s brother. Would Castiel ever have been discovered elsewise?

“Now then, you answer my question with a question, yet truly answer nothing at all. I asked if you were all right, because you were in that fight only recently… And I do not like it when anyone is hurt. I meant no offense, for you look as though you have fared well, but were you injured? And if you do not have a home, I meant no offense as to that neither. I was just curious, is all. Although I’m constantly being told that I should be less so. And… What should I call you? If we are going to keep running into each other in the most unexpected places, I would like to be able to call you something other than just ‘hey you’.”

Zawyne sat and raised her brows, looking up at him from under her long lashes. She was determined this time not to fill the silence, she would not say another word until he spoke. And just like her sister, she could be stubborn and she wanted to.

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