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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 10:22 am
Kilian glanced at the female that had spoken up. He didn’t return the smile that the other hand given. “Just leave my family alone and don’t follow us. Otherwise, I need nothing from you.” With the task of returning Lith to his party, Kilian turned to leave, anxious to return back home and to Rio and his daughter. “Come on Casseth. Lets go.” Cas frowned, looking up at his father and then back to Lithian and the female dovaa. He gave a small wave before he took off after Kilian.
Araceli watched the two oblivionites walk away. “We can’t just let them go, can we?” She asked as she frowned down at Lithian. “Lith, they kidnapped you. They had to of. Why else were you with them?” She ignored everything that Lith had told them and had her own suspicions, despite the two of them having not asked for anything. “I don’t trust them. You should never trust an oblivionite.” Ara stopped and looked Lith over, her shoulders sagging as the worry she’d been trying to hold back flooded into her. “Are you alright?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 10:22 am
Lithian opened his mouth several times through Ara’s dialogue, but in the end only released a heavy breath and pushed a meek smile onto his lips, nodding. “I’m alright,” he said as they started back.
He was glad to be alive, and grateful, but a soft knot of regret still pooled in his gut as they moved off. Somehow, his studies felt so much less crucial than they had the day before. Twenty-four hours ago he was concerned about his physicals, the stance aspects of his training and the martial portions of his magical art. He was concerned about his rankings and the fact that he had so much difficulty integrating and communicating with his peers. Now, all he could think about was Casseth, and the way he looked with his eyes shut and his hair tousled, his scales catching the light of morning. The way he looked smiling and emphatic about one subject or another.
Realizing the train of his thoughts, Lithian’s blush returned in full and he frowned, reaching up to thumb over the rounded ridges on his horns. Was it…normal to be so preoccupied with a boy he’d only just met and barely knew?
Thoughts distracted regardless, Lithian largely ignoring the fussy attentions of the instructors as they pressed him for details on if he was hurt and where. He answered their questions as they went along and dealt with the hubbub of questions that greeted him when he did finally make it back to camp, but the majority of his attention remained distant, lost in daydreams of things far dispatched from the icy training grounds and the marks he’d need to pass his next physical.
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