when he woke, he thought of her -- when he lay awake and alone in the den which she had helped him find, he let his mind become velveteen with dreams of her smiling face, her eyes which evoked such a tangle of -- of!
it was an auspicious and important time for dawnbreak. this would be his first pack vote for anything, and he was determined to make a good show of himself. which was why he had overslept and arrived too late.
eidola -- there she was, carefully quiet.
torgar was on the other side of the gathering. tiberii put herself forward to resume, and the eivorsson decided to -- well. to communicate something.
respectfully he joined sólúlfur, not too closely, but in a friendly way that conveyed his true feelings that he had recovered and held no notion of avoiding her.
so far, torgar was ignorant to the undercurrents of family knowledge and preexisting rivalry. he waited instead for the voting to commence, trying his very best not to glance toward eidola. for some reason, he felt it would 'give them away,' and he was not yet ready to be questioned.




