Azmere watched the dogs with his direct line of sight but maintained Merevaika in his peripheral vision for several reasons. He couldn’t seem to stop looking at her so this indirect stare was less obvious and hopefully not offensive. The second reason was he had heard what she said about her injuries. During her stint as an elk, the woman probably suffered some fairly grievous wounds. Not knowing about her ability and its limits, he could assume those scratches and bite marks are still present but hidden from view. Azmere pitched a little to the side but moved his left boot out to catch and regain his balance. He listened to what was being explained to him about the puppies. They were handsome little dogs and Azmere was already taken by the one she called Grey. Obedience is a quality that the archer greatly admires in people so it holds true for companions as well. Azmere reached out his hand to the pup and allowed Grey to sniff his fingers. The Drykas ignored the extra tone she threw in about the one that he had kicked. He knew it was just a maternal instinct and not pointed.
Merevaika made an inquiry towards Azmere about canines. A wave of memories washed over the man. He was transported back to being small and defenseless. The only memory of his birth father is when he handed the boy a white puppy. Abednego was more than a dog. He was a friend, a pillow, a guardian and a constant that saw the child grow from just a squirt, was at Azmere’s bonding and even survived the night when Azmere received his scars. Had it not been for the dog, Azmere might not have lived long enough for Zulrav to spare his life. Image after image danced through Azmere’s mind. His starry gaze drifted about not seeing the present as his hands mimicked petting the long-deceased pet. The hunter dug his fingers into the thick scruffy mane of white fur and pulled it towards him. This action disturbed his weight distribution and sent him onto his right side.
Azmere blinked and tried to get up quickly but forgot about his wound. When the left arm came out and planted on the soil to help Azmere stand, the pain that resulted made him dizzy and forced a verbal response. It was a typical curse word amongst the grasslands associated with a zith’s private parts. He flushed when he looked up to see Merevaika watching him. She must think me a fool! Azmere gingerly got to his hands a knees then rocked back onto his feet in a crouch. He reached out once more towards Grey and smiled as the dog licked his fingers. Azmere didn’t realize he never answered the huntress. His mind went back to her wounds but he wanted to keep dealing for the animal. He lifted his gaze to meet hers; the contrasting irises laced with foreign colors all bursting from the pupils. “Will you take Mizas for Grey?” He signed fifteen. It was a generous offer and given her negotiating skills, Azmere was wondering if he shouldn’t have started lower. He had learned some things from her but he also had learned much from watching his grandfather in many dealings over the years.
The Drykas gave her a moment to think before he revisited something she had mentioned earlier. Normally, he was more collected in his conversation but Azmere was far from one hundred percent. “Would you like me to check your wounds?” He signed that he was not a healer but he could tell when one was needed. He was opening watching her now. Still crouching near the ground with his right hand out towards Grey, Azmere had honed in on the woman. He had enjoyed her company and now found that she was just pleasant to look at, though she was getting fuzzy around the edges. Maybe that was just the weird light provided by a partially overcast Syna…maybe.
Merevaika made an inquiry towards Azmere about canines. A wave of memories washed over the man. He was transported back to being small and defenseless. The only memory of his birth father is when he handed the boy a white puppy. Abednego was more than a dog. He was a friend, a pillow, a guardian and a constant that saw the child grow from just a squirt, was at Azmere’s bonding and even survived the night when Azmere received his scars. Had it not been for the dog, Azmere might not have lived long enough for Zulrav to spare his life. Image after image danced through Azmere’s mind. His starry gaze drifted about not seeing the present as his hands mimicked petting the long-deceased pet. The hunter dug his fingers into the thick scruffy mane of white fur and pulled it towards him. This action disturbed his weight distribution and sent him onto his right side.
Azmere blinked and tried to get up quickly but forgot about his wound. When the left arm came out and planted on the soil to help Azmere stand, the pain that resulted made him dizzy and forced a verbal response. It was a typical curse word amongst the grasslands associated with a zith’s private parts. He flushed when he looked up to see Merevaika watching him. She must think me a fool! Azmere gingerly got to his hands a knees then rocked back onto his feet in a crouch. He reached out once more towards Grey and smiled as the dog licked his fingers. Azmere didn’t realize he never answered the huntress. His mind went back to her wounds but he wanted to keep dealing for the animal. He lifted his gaze to meet hers; the contrasting irises laced with foreign colors all bursting from the pupils. “Will you take Mizas for Grey?” He signed fifteen. It was a generous offer and given her negotiating skills, Azmere was wondering if he shouldn’t have started lower. He had learned some things from her but he also had learned much from watching his grandfather in many dealings over the years.
The Drykas gave her a moment to think before he revisited something she had mentioned earlier. Normally, he was more collected in his conversation but Azmere was far from one hundred percent. “Would you like me to check your wounds?” He signed that he was not a healer but he could tell when one was needed. He was opening watching her now. Still crouching near the ground with his right hand out towards Grey, Azmere had honed in on the woman. He had enjoyed her company and now found that she was just pleasant to look at, though she was getting fuzzy around the edges. Maybe that was just the weird light provided by a partially overcast Syna…maybe.
