5/29/2025, 12:49 AM
Skill : 「none」
Baldur was unaware of the turning gears that were operating within the other’s mind. The way her imagination was building up scenarios she subconsciously expected to pan out only to wind up remaining there, dumbfounded, when nothing actually happened. The girl’s internal struggles were too complex for a stranger to dissect with a single glance and minimally exchanged words. Truthfully, he’d mostly shoved thoughts of her aside, not daring to examine anything closer. Every encounter ended the same way, be it quick or drawn out, he’d learned it was best to move on quickly.
He’d focused on the tunnel ahead of him—watching the way the arched canopies of pink blossoms seemed to seal off the cold from the outside world and accentuate the narrowing trail. Through the flurry of fluttering petals, Baldur’s could barely make out the way the tunnel’s depths differed in atmosphere. The boy’s eyes squinted, he swore he could see the grass bleed into a different shade of green versus the rich emerald layered beneath the scatter blossoms he stood atop.
Perhaps he was trying a little too hard to move on from the unsightly interaction, looking for anything to draw his attention to that was not the girl crumpled against the ground like a young fawn hiding from predators.
Only a few strides had been taken before a single word shattered the new found reality of peace he was forming for himself.
“Why?”
…
Why?
Baldur slowed to a stop, a single ear flicking as a pink petal grazed it. He stood there, not yet turning to face her. The single worded question was still echoing in his mind. Why? Why what? Why wouldn’t he chase her off like some stray scavenger trying to steal his meal? Confusion laced into his thoughts, uncertainty paired with it. A deep bellied exhale pressed from his nose as he wondered what the hell he was meant to say in response to “why”.
The boy turned on his heels, eyes narrowed as he watched the pale fur of Lithe get littered with pink petals. A single brow rose, his expression empty as he still struggled to answer her.
Baldur was unaware of the turning gears that were operating within the other’s mind. The way her imagination was building up scenarios she subconsciously expected to pan out only to wind up remaining there, dumbfounded, when nothing actually happened. The girl’s internal struggles were too complex for a stranger to dissect with a single glance and minimally exchanged words. Truthfully, he’d mostly shoved thoughts of her aside, not daring to examine anything closer. Every encounter ended the same way, be it quick or drawn out, he’d learned it was best to move on quickly.
He’d focused on the tunnel ahead of him—watching the way the arched canopies of pink blossoms seemed to seal off the cold from the outside world and accentuate the narrowing trail. Through the flurry of fluttering petals, Baldur’s could barely make out the way the tunnel’s depths differed in atmosphere. The boy’s eyes squinted, he swore he could see the grass bleed into a different shade of green versus the rich emerald layered beneath the scatter blossoms he stood atop.
Perhaps he was trying a little too hard to move on from the unsightly interaction, looking for anything to draw his attention to that was not the girl crumpled against the ground like a young fawn hiding from predators.
Only a few strides had been taken before a single word shattered the new found reality of peace he was forming for himself.
“Why?”
…
Why?
Baldur slowed to a stop, a single ear flicking as a pink petal grazed it. He stood there, not yet turning to face her. The single worded question was still echoing in his mind. Why? Why what? Why wouldn’t he chase her off like some stray scavenger trying to steal his meal? Confusion laced into his thoughts, uncertainty paired with it. A deep bellied exhale pressed from his nose as he wondered what the hell he was meant to say in response to “why”.
The boy turned on his heels, eyes narrowed as he watched the pale fur of Lithe get littered with pink petals. A single brow rose, his expression empty as he still struggled to answer her.
Why won’t I chase you off? Why the hell would I?the confusion was evident in his tone, internally he was flustered. What the hell was wrong with this girl?
Already said, not like I own the place,Dismissively, Baldur shrugged.
Got no reason to force you out,unless she wanted to give him a reason to.
