03-28-2020, 07:04 PM
To say that Alaric was perceptive was a bit of an understatement. While the tabby wasn't quite in touch with his own emotions, he was seemingly hyper-aware of how other people felt and the manner in which those feelings conveyed themselves through speech. It was a learned skill; when you're on your own for as long as Alaric had been, you learn to talk yourself out of many close calls. So it was no surprise to Alaric at least that his words had been able to pierce through Leroy's thin veil of cordiality.
That was not to say, though, that the wolfhound had been accusatory in any sense. Up until now, the general's words had not been envenomed as far as the tabby could tell. If he had sensed any hostility from the wolfhound, he would have found a way to escape from the situation with all due diligence. The fact that he had not done this demonstrated quite a change within Alaric, one that showed how his level of comfort while among others was slowly rising. Perhaps it was at a snail's pace, but nonetheless he was finding a way to assimilate.
The Tangler chuckled slightly upon hearing the hound's words. "I understand completely," responded the tabby, still gazing over his shoulder at the other male. His head swiveled to face the ocean as Leroy began to speak again, but his perked ears still indicated that he was listening to the general's words.
He nodded in agreement with the male, who had just finished saying that it was difficult to make conversation so late in the night. "I know. Small talk isn't exactly my forte either." That was one thing that he and the general seemed to have in common.
We all have those days, right? Leroy's words sparked a sort of curiosity in Alaric. He was thoroughly unsure of exactly what the wolfhound meant, forcing the tabby to assume that the matters that Leroy referred to were either personal or political. Alaric was not well-versed in either matter, frankly; he knew little about anyone in Tanglewood, and they knew little about him. That was find with him. He shot an inquisitive look at the general, his icy hues narrowed in question. It was not any of his business to know what Leroy meant, but if he did not mind sharing, perhaps that look would elicit some sort of response.
"That's me, yes," spoke the tabby, almost sarcastically. He hoped that Leroy would find some form of humor in his sarcasm. He assumed that if anyone did, it would be him. The second question was the real kicker. Was he really intent on sharing his entire backstory with the general? No, he decided after a moment. Yes, it would probably be best to be vague in this case. "I'm not from anywhere, really," Alaric responded, taking a longer time to answer than normal. It wasn't necessarily a lie, but it very obviously was not the whole truth. "I'm not from The Pitt or whatever that place is called, if that's what you're wondering." He'd heard about the Pittians in passing, although he still wasn't one hundred percent sure about why they were so disliked in Tanglewood. "If you must know, though—and I'm sure you do—I was alone for around six moons before I came here."
That was not to say, though, that the wolfhound had been accusatory in any sense. Up until now, the general's words had not been envenomed as far as the tabby could tell. If he had sensed any hostility from the wolfhound, he would have found a way to escape from the situation with all due diligence. The fact that he had not done this demonstrated quite a change within Alaric, one that showed how his level of comfort while among others was slowly rising. Perhaps it was at a snail's pace, but nonetheless he was finding a way to assimilate.
The Tangler chuckled slightly upon hearing the hound's words. "I understand completely," responded the tabby, still gazing over his shoulder at the other male. His head swiveled to face the ocean as Leroy began to speak again, but his perked ears still indicated that he was listening to the general's words.
He nodded in agreement with the male, who had just finished saying that it was difficult to make conversation so late in the night. "I know. Small talk isn't exactly my forte either." That was one thing that he and the general seemed to have in common.
We all have those days, right? Leroy's words sparked a sort of curiosity in Alaric. He was thoroughly unsure of exactly what the wolfhound meant, forcing the tabby to assume that the matters that Leroy referred to were either personal or political. Alaric was not well-versed in either matter, frankly; he knew little about anyone in Tanglewood, and they knew little about him. That was find with him. He shot an inquisitive look at the general, his icy hues narrowed in question. It was not any of his business to know what Leroy meant, but if he did not mind sharing, perhaps that look would elicit some sort of response.
"That's me, yes," spoke the tabby, almost sarcastically. He hoped that Leroy would find some form of humor in his sarcasm. He assumed that if anyone did, it would be him. The second question was the real kicker. Was he really intent on sharing his entire backstory with the general? No, he decided after a moment. Yes, it would probably be best to be vague in this case. "I'm not from anywhere, really," Alaric responded, taking a longer time to answer than normal. It wasn't necessarily a lie, but it very obviously was not the whole truth. "I'm not from The Pitt or whatever that place is called, if that's what you're wondering." He'd heard about the Pittians in passing, although he still wasn't one hundred percent sure about why they were so disliked in Tanglewood. "If you must know, though—and I'm sure you do—I was alone for around six moons before I came here."
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