Seeing her again unlocks something inside of him that Wyrm cannot even begin to understand. He’s really not had a say on the idea of ‘friendship’ or ‘camaraderie’, nor had he expected to see her (of all creatures) in the remnants of this world. That’s not to say he’s not excited by the sight of her now - in fact, to his surprise, something of a smile plays around the edges of his lips. She was matched in her thoughts about their familiarity with one another. Besides, they alone had understood what it meant to be different. His eyes narrow at her comment, head tilting as he ignores (for now) her dramatically patterned body. “What’s so fancy about it?” He jokes, but there’s no hint of laughter in his voice.
“I’m a pile of irritable, immortal flesh.” He growls, if only for a moment. Anger pent up for so long inside of a creature who was accustomed to releasing it methodically sometimes shows in the cracks. He inhales, blinking slowly before shifting mental gears. “And you? Where have you been hiding?” He questions, only now allowing his eyes to wander freely. She looks … well. In some sense, thinking too deeply about Heartfire -especially when she was so near- was the closest Wyrm’s ever come to feeling uncomfortable.
When he thinks of her, he can only think of how Lupei had described meeting Zojja, his dam, for the first time. The old shifter had muttered something about how his mother had been “of a higher mindset.” Wyrm thinks that what he feels is borderline respect, but he’d rather not think about it at all so his eyes wander back to where her shockingly blue ones rest. There’s even a part of him that thinks he might have missed her.
WYRM
Offspring of Lupei x Zojja