10-03-2018, 09:17 PM
She'd pawed the hug off playfully, murmuring something in her own language. Sometimes the English swept like wind over rocks in her mind and she wished for the simplicity of another language. The wolves did not understand the distraction of music, and so Tenzin's interest in it was also fleeting. If she yearned for some lost sound in her ears, it was the quiet of the mountains, the pad of paws, the beauty of a howl. It built up in her chest and turned her gaze starward. Sometimes knowing her pack ran under the same sky was a comfort. Sometimes it only made her feel lonely.
Jacinda painted cosmetics on her face, a process Tenzin had watched with open curiosity and a faint frown. In contrast she'd shrugged into her usual clothing; dark and plain. Hair woven into a thick braid. Flat boots. The tug of a smile meeting any disapproval before they were swiftly out the door.
Her ears perked to the distant sounds, not immediately concerned. Moscow had not been her home for any huge length of time, but she already understood its many violences -- most of them not of Athari concern. Sharp eyes picked out the figure Jacinda scrutinised. Tenzin's head tilted, testing the scents on the air. "If sure? Know you love the Katy Perry."
Jacinda painted cosmetics on her face, a process Tenzin had watched with open curiosity and a faint frown. In contrast she'd shrugged into her usual clothing; dark and plain. Hair woven into a thick braid. Flat boots. The tug of a smile meeting any disapproval before they were swiftly out the door.
Her ears perked to the distant sounds, not immediately concerned. Moscow had not been her home for any huge length of time, but she already understood its many violences -- most of them not of Athari concern. Sharp eyes picked out the figure Jacinda scrutinised. Tenzin's head tilted, testing the scents on the air. "If sure? Know you love the Katy Perry."