True rest had not come easily since her return to Mythris, even when she would doze it was intermittent and broken up and when she opened her eyes again she felt as if she hadn't slept at all. Wondering if she would have just been better not sleeping at all, she unfurled once more from her den blinking her violet eyes into the silence of the world outside. A yawn would break her maw, muscles heavy with fatigue it took more effort than she would have liked to step back out into the snow.

A soft sight fell from her lips, carrying her body across Dawnbreak without purpose, no destination in sight but moving her body; occupying her mind felt better than wasting away under the earth. When she saw him, she thought it was a trick of her mind, it brought her to freeze. Her heart jumped in her chest. It was a large shape, blanketed in brown the wolf buried beneath the mass of foreign skin. Her body tightened, and she strained against the instinct to get far away from here, squinting her eyes instead to try and determine what this was.

And then he became clearer, and Eidola released the breath she'd been holding. A wolf. Just a wolf. A member of Dawnbreak no less, the scent was on him if faint, the girl waited for him to get closer before offering her polite greeting. If only to solidify his tangibility. ❝ That is quite the prize ❞

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"he was an old one," she heard him say, a single ear flicking in attention her eyes softening as she swept it over the pelt. Briefly she wondered what the animal had endured to lay here upon this mans back. Her gaze swept over the shades of earth and ivory that painted his fur, as well as the place he had found to carve out for himself. It was near the borders, secluded, private, whereas hers was closer to the heart of the pack. Close to her aunts and uncles that made up Dawnbreaks bulk.

"would you like to touch?" ❝ Oh, ❞ she breathed softly taking a careful step closer. ❝ Could I? ❞ she would muse, she hadn't recalled ever soaking in the detail of another animals hide. But also, she was no hunter — she was a lost girl, fumbling through life trying to find a purpose. And so she was succumbed only to chunks of meat given or stolen away from the caches. Had she ever even been this close before? ❝ Is it a deer? ❞ she wondered, but that didn't sound right it looked so much bigger than any deer she had seen.

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"an elk," she gave a short, curt nod. Right. "he lay down to die. i kept watch until it was over." this surprised her, that he had not just sunk his teeth into the old elks throat and taken this life himself. What stopped him? She wondered. Before she could ask he was drawing the pelt from his back and laying it out in the snow see. "he has two coats. this one," Eidola drew closer, tucking down onto her haunches on the opposite side of the man. "and this one,"

"together it keeps the animal warm and the -- snow from melting on top." it was not unlike their own she learned, though it lay more flat and as her company displayed the color shift Eidola waited before reaching forward with her own paw to mimic the action. The fur was coarser than theirs, smoother, and it resisted her push against the grain, quickly falling back into place after it was disturbed. ❝ It sounds like you did him a great service, ❞ she said then, bringing back to life her unsaid thought from earlier. As she said this her eyes danced back up to his face.

"i am torgar eiversson," she dipped her nose, "i was put among the Power fighting-class," ❝ Eidola Shakti-Vaes, it's nice to meet you Torgar ❞ the returned the gesture, and then ❝ I've only just returned home, but I hope to pursue either the wisdom pillar or courage maybe as a mediator...or caregiver ❞ she shook her head lightly, thoughtfully. ❝ But I don't know... ❞

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"where did you go?" audits tucked back gently, her gaze casting down to the elks fur as she gave a light shrug of her shoulder. ❝ I don't really know, it wasn't terribly different from here — but it wasn't Mythris. I just had to go with my father for a time ❞ she spared him the details. "it was travel that taught me what i wanted to be. it was coming here that taught me how to focus." Eidola considered this, but she didn't think that travel had done much for her.

"i hunt. i spar. that is what i like to do," she smiled faintly eyes dancing as she imagined him in combat, what did she like to do? She couldn't remember the last time anyone had cared to know. ❝ You should spar with my Aunt Tiberii she would make for a good challenge, I think ❞ she hummed with an amused laugh as her gaze flickered up to Torgar memory dancing to the brute force Tiberii had used to shove Dante off of her.

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"i know her," she dipped her nose, she had figured with Tiberii being one of Dawnbreaks founders and leaders "she was there when i came to dawnbreak." she smiled lightly at this.

"you do not think you will be a warrior, eidola?" she caught it, the lightness tucked below his words and a quiet sound slipped from her maw before she could stop it. It wasn't quite a laugh but a breath with warmth along the edges. "i would spar you, but you do not have interest." ❝ Spar me? ❞ she chimed laughing softly now before giving a gentle shake of her head.

❝ No, ❞ she continued, her smile deepening. ❝ I don't think I would last very long in a spar with you, Torgar ❞ she mused lightly, naturally tying in the subtle compliment almost before she noticed she'd given it. Once the words left her mouth his toned muscle beneath fur became clear to her and heat flushed to the tips of her ears her violet eyes would quickly drop.

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