07-12-2018, 01:54 PM
The prospect of being back in any kind of city, or even the smallest of settlements, is a little daunting to Talia. Maybe a few years back, she would've been all for the idea - but, but she's spent so long living in the wilds that she's no longer sure of her stance on the matter. Walls, they would keep them safe from outside threats, but what about monsters that lie within, hiding in streets and palaces, hiding in plain sight? They would be like rats, trapped in a maze of rundown houses and market stalls, pushed into corners with nowhere to go, and she shudders at the thought before breathing in the crisp, salty air. There are benefits, no matter how much she might try to deny it - like resources they can't normally find in the wild, trade and barter. She relaxes a bit at that, but not by much, her nerves continue to buzz with intimidation.
Her gaze swivels from the blurred horizon and towards Malkyn, catching the taller redhead's gaze and sending a soft, crinkling smile her way - Talia's lips tremble like a leaf, unsure, but she holds the expression anyway until her leader's gaze is shifting somewhere else. She follows Malkyn's gaze to Finn and Valor, her own horse stumbling a bit at the sound of the maltipoo going for someone's throat. Talia coos softly, clicks her tongue before sinking her fingers into Winter's mane, scratching the coarse, stand-up thing softly in reassurance. Her gaze never leaves them, though, smile still encouraging towards the other packmembers - she loves them all to bits, truly, as dysfunctional a group they might seem to a stranger's curious eyes.
Valor's question lingers in her head. How far away are they from the first signs of civilization? They've all been devoid of it for such a long time that she no longer recognizes the signs that might indicate their distance from it; she used to be pretty good at it but no longer. "I have no idea," comes the blonde's murmured response, shivering gently underneath her own deerskins, tongue wetting her chapped lips. She wishes she has an answer to give but she hasn't a clue where they are anymore, only that they're close to the ocean. Still, it must be a good sign. Talia turns her turquoise gaze back towards the horizon line. "I have a good feeling that we're on the right track though."
/mobile and also oh wow i'm ruzty
Her gaze swivels from the blurred horizon and towards Malkyn, catching the taller redhead's gaze and sending a soft, crinkling smile her way - Talia's lips tremble like a leaf, unsure, but she holds the expression anyway until her leader's gaze is shifting somewhere else. She follows Malkyn's gaze to Finn and Valor, her own horse stumbling a bit at the sound of the maltipoo going for someone's throat. Talia coos softly, clicks her tongue before sinking her fingers into Winter's mane, scratching the coarse, stand-up thing softly in reassurance. Her gaze never leaves them, though, smile still encouraging towards the other packmembers - she loves them all to bits, truly, as dysfunctional a group they might seem to a stranger's curious eyes.
Valor's question lingers in her head. How far away are they from the first signs of civilization? They've all been devoid of it for such a long time that she no longer recognizes the signs that might indicate their distance from it; she used to be pretty good at it but no longer. "I have no idea," comes the blonde's murmured response, shivering gently underneath her own deerskins, tongue wetting her chapped lips. She wishes she has an answer to give but she hasn't a clue where they are anymore, only that they're close to the ocean. Still, it must be a good sign. Talia turns her turquoise gaze back towards the horizon line. "I have a good feeling that we're on the right track though."
/mobile and also oh wow i'm ruzty
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