12-09-2019, 04:23 PM
He can fell it in the air, the way her temper shifted into something hard. Not toward him, he doesn't think, but it's a surprise none the less. As sweet and kind as the mare had been to him, it seemed she bore the capacity for anger as well.
Life was perhaps not always kind to her, and that struck him as deeply unfair. Why was that the way of things, that the kind ones were those who were handed the worst of the world, that those who touched cruelty and violence got to take what they wanted? There was no justice to it, and he knew he had no power to make things different than they were. Still, he could lessen the anger that had reflected itself in the hardness of her voice. He could do that, at least.
His voice was steady, maybe even light as he shrugged off the encounter he had had with the stallion's Aten and Wolfbane. In particular, he did not want her thinking she ought to confront the latter. The violent man had seemed to find sick joy in threatening Aten's assumed mate, Tyr thought that it would mean nothing to harm Lilli for interfering. "It won't happen again," he assured her, knowing he couldn't be certain of that. Not without leaving the Taiga.
There was a moment of hesitation where his body stood stiff and doubtful, before he let his muzzle reach out to the emptiness he knew held her within. He moved slowly, not wanting to bash into her. Wild, clean scent filled him as his mouth touched her with the lightest graze. "I am very grateful to have such a valiant guide in these woods." He murmured, withdrawing the contact after a moment had passed. Her breath cut the air forcefully, a gust of emotion he figured was normally held tight to her chest.
His lips tugged into a tight grin as she steered the conversation away from whatever had forced the air from her lungs, head shaking ruefully. "North, East, South, West, which one do you love the best?" He gave the rhyme a singsong lilt. "I reckon East might be a nice change for the day. And on the way there, maybe you can tell me what's got you so tense. Or don't. If you're more at ease being the tour guide, I'll listen either way."
His expression was mild, but intent, ears fixed for the moment on the woman before him. Troubles, he'd found, could be lightened by the listening. And Tyr was nothing if not good at listening.
@[lilliana]
Life was perhaps not always kind to her, and that struck him as deeply unfair. Why was that the way of things, that the kind ones were those who were handed the worst of the world, that those who touched cruelty and violence got to take what they wanted? There was no justice to it, and he knew he had no power to make things different than they were. Still, he could lessen the anger that had reflected itself in the hardness of her voice. He could do that, at least.
His voice was steady, maybe even light as he shrugged off the encounter he had had with the stallion's Aten and Wolfbane. In particular, he did not want her thinking she ought to confront the latter. The violent man had seemed to find sick joy in threatening Aten's assumed mate, Tyr thought that it would mean nothing to harm Lilli for interfering. "It won't happen again," he assured her, knowing he couldn't be certain of that. Not without leaving the Taiga.
There was a moment of hesitation where his body stood stiff and doubtful, before he let his muzzle reach out to the emptiness he knew held her within. He moved slowly, not wanting to bash into her. Wild, clean scent filled him as his mouth touched her with the lightest graze. "I am very grateful to have such a valiant guide in these woods." He murmured, withdrawing the contact after a moment had passed. Her breath cut the air forcefully, a gust of emotion he figured was normally held tight to her chest.
His lips tugged into a tight grin as she steered the conversation away from whatever had forced the air from her lungs, head shaking ruefully. "North, East, South, West, which one do you love the best?" He gave the rhyme a singsong lilt. "I reckon East might be a nice change for the day. And on the way there, maybe you can tell me what's got you so tense. Or don't. If you're more at ease being the tour guide, I'll listen either way."
His expression was mild, but intent, ears fixed for the moment on the woman before him. Troubles, he'd found, could be lightened by the listening. And Tyr was nothing if not good at listening.
@[lilliana]