01-09-2020, 04:02 PM
Everything he said today seemed to be wrong. When he had started out the day, he'd been hopeful that it might be possible to brighten Lilli's day. Instead, he seemed only to be drawing attention to her worries.
With every second that passes without response from her, he feels the weight of his misstep grow. His coarse head dropped in submission to her unspoken ending to the topic. Tyr had never been pushy by nature. To let the subject go seemed the best way to let the tension between them slacken.
Obediently he followed her, grateful for the audible trail her steps made. Whether the noisiness was intentional or not, he wasn't sure. He liked to think it was, though. Lilli had never struck him as anything less than graceful.
When at last she speaks again, he's relieved to hear her voice with something other than grim disapproval in it. Her love for the land shone clearly in her words, and he smiled softly to hear it. It was the same kind of devotion he'd heard in his sister's voices when Ischia was the topic. Taiga was lucky to have such a stalwart lover among its trees.
"I don't think it's silly." He replied, hoping it wasn't terrible to be contradicting her yet again. "I hear them roar in the wind, groan with the cold. Just because you don't speak tree doesn't mean they aren't speaking." He shrugged, feeling the weight of the giants all around them.
Like the diplomat she is, the conversation is returned to him, and he found himself shrugging again. "Not a lot to tell. I was a foal who didn't want to be stuck in the family cove forever. Wandered off and got lost in a storm." A hot breath exhaled, the words as simple an explanation as he could render for his wandering ways.
"It was scary at first, but by the time I found my way back and let my family know I was still alive, the damage had been done. I'd gotten a taste for the world and we all knew I'd have looked for it sooner or later anyway. They don't seem to mind, s'long as I let them know I'm still making it alright every so often." He stated, noting the contrast between his and Lilli's views on home. His was as flexible as wherever he found himself sleeping each day. Hers seemed as deeply rooted as the redwoods themselves.
@[lilliana]
With every second that passes without response from her, he feels the weight of his misstep grow. His coarse head dropped in submission to her unspoken ending to the topic. Tyr had never been pushy by nature. To let the subject go seemed the best way to let the tension between them slacken.
Obediently he followed her, grateful for the audible trail her steps made. Whether the noisiness was intentional or not, he wasn't sure. He liked to think it was, though. Lilli had never struck him as anything less than graceful.
When at last she speaks again, he's relieved to hear her voice with something other than grim disapproval in it. Her love for the land shone clearly in her words, and he smiled softly to hear it. It was the same kind of devotion he'd heard in his sister's voices when Ischia was the topic. Taiga was lucky to have such a stalwart lover among its trees.
"I don't think it's silly." He replied, hoping it wasn't terrible to be contradicting her yet again. "I hear them roar in the wind, groan with the cold. Just because you don't speak tree doesn't mean they aren't speaking." He shrugged, feeling the weight of the giants all around them.
Like the diplomat she is, the conversation is returned to him, and he found himself shrugging again. "Not a lot to tell. I was a foal who didn't want to be stuck in the family cove forever. Wandered off and got lost in a storm." A hot breath exhaled, the words as simple an explanation as he could render for his wandering ways.
"It was scary at first, but by the time I found my way back and let my family know I was still alive, the damage had been done. I'd gotten a taste for the world and we all knew I'd have looked for it sooner or later anyway. They don't seem to mind, s'long as I let them know I'm still making it alright every so often." He stated, noting the contrast between his and Lilli's views on home. His was as flexible as wherever he found himself sleeping each day. Hers seemed as deeply rooted as the redwoods themselves.
@[lilliana]