The vapors made Yume flinch as they hit her sensitive nose. She had never been one for liquor, only ever partaking on nights of celebration such as the Winter Festival or on her brother's birthday. Shinji had dubbed her a "light-weight" after watching her have troubles speaking after two beers. She insisted that she was fine whilst laughing at her inability to say "was" properly. Looking down with disgust at the flask, she momentarily considered accepting the offer until her attention was snagged by Mako's recount of Sousuke's childhood. Her brow creased with worry at the thought of some barbaric woman mistreating the young master. She declined to comment on much of what the veteran said, being largely uneducated in the majority of it. Perhaps the Inuzuka was an idealist and had been filled with too much hope by her father but she still wished for the village to find a haven above ground. She knew that arguing the possibility of searching out a new home would have simply lead to an argument that she was ill-equipped to wage. Yes, ideals could only do so much and she could not refute the inhospitable nature of the storms that raged directly above the village. She had treated the Steward for exposure once, pumping the diamond sand from his lungs by flushing them with water.
Her lips pressed tight when the name of Magnetica graced her ears. She had thought they had put her down but upon investigation had found that the villain lived. It didn't sit well with the Inuzuka to let her live but she wasn't the sort to outright kill a person either. Just like hoping that someone else would confront the Cabal, she had hopped that the ANBU team would have done away with the scourge. The realization sat like a stone in Yume's stomach; perhaps her purity was a facade to hit a cowards heart. Surprise lingered at the back of her mind as she mused over the dichotomy of their reactions. Sousuke then wanted diplomacy and Yume wanted blood... Now that the mednin sought peace, was the Steward craving revenge?
The flask was stolen from her hands, untouched by her lips and probably for the better. Mako paused to take a drink and then eyed her up, blind-siding her with an accusation. She had moved without thought and came nose to nose with the matriarch. Her voice was low and hissed through clenched teeth. Though still fragile, the insult had brought some solidarity to her faculties: it was a woman's place to stand by her mate.
Your grandson is NOT damaged. Different, perhaps but not damaged. I admit to inexperience and little knowledge of things outside of a text book but I understand attraction and instinct. I like Sousuke and desire the chance to know him better and the only way I will manage that is to be reunited with him. I'm a terrible person for placing his needs above that of the village, and misguided in thinking that I could have done so in Keystone but my goal as always been singular since the initial attack on the tower: Find Sousuke.
Taking a few breaths, she steps away, trembling visibly from the encounter. It wasn't like her to be antagonistic, especially to superiors, but a nerve had been struck. Eyes darting around the room, they settle on the flask for a moment and she considers how alcohol might numb the anxiety. But the idea of acquiring it from Mako through a quick grab or by asking was daunting in and of itself. Closing her eyes, she breaths in through her nose and lets it out slowly from her mouth. When her nerves settle, she looks to the matron and continues her thought.
I was angry with Sousuke at first. How could he have left the village to pursue... what? I don't even know why he left other than it involved the people who had hurt Okibi. But a month is a long time to think and while I didn't think when I was awake, I dreamed and did a lot of thinking there. If someone had hurt Sousuke or Shinji, I think I would abandon the entire village to pursue revenge as well. I can't vault him for that any more. My heart hurts a little for being left behind but our relationship was... is... still new. I can't really expect him to trust me with such sensitive plans. For all he knew, I would have tried to convince him not to go... probably a discussion he wouldn't want to have. Sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness than for permission.
Craning his neck from where he perched on her shoulders, CuRua rubs his cheek to hers, pushing a smile to her lips. Reaching up with the opposite hand, she scratches the top of his head and behind his ears. It certainly had been a lonely month for everyone.
So...... You're the veteran. How do we get him back?
[MFT; WC:834]
Her lips pressed tight when the name of Magnetica graced her ears. She had thought they had put her down but upon investigation had found that the villain lived. It didn't sit well with the Inuzuka to let her live but she wasn't the sort to outright kill a person either. Just like hoping that someone else would confront the Cabal, she had hopped that the ANBU team would have done away with the scourge. The realization sat like a stone in Yume's stomach; perhaps her purity was a facade to hit a cowards heart. Surprise lingered at the back of her mind as she mused over the dichotomy of their reactions. Sousuke then wanted diplomacy and Yume wanted blood... Now that the mednin sought peace, was the Steward craving revenge?
The flask was stolen from her hands, untouched by her lips and probably for the better. Mako paused to take a drink and then eyed her up, blind-siding her with an accusation. She had moved without thought and came nose to nose with the matriarch. Her voice was low and hissed through clenched teeth. Though still fragile, the insult had brought some solidarity to her faculties: it was a woman's place to stand by her mate.
Your grandson is NOT damaged. Different, perhaps but not damaged. I admit to inexperience and little knowledge of things outside of a text book but I understand attraction and instinct. I like Sousuke and desire the chance to know him better and the only way I will manage that is to be reunited with him. I'm a terrible person for placing his needs above that of the village, and misguided in thinking that I could have done so in Keystone but my goal as always been singular since the initial attack on the tower: Find Sousuke.
Taking a few breaths, she steps away, trembling visibly from the encounter. It wasn't like her to be antagonistic, especially to superiors, but a nerve had been struck. Eyes darting around the room, they settle on the flask for a moment and she considers how alcohol might numb the anxiety. But the idea of acquiring it from Mako through a quick grab or by asking was daunting in and of itself. Closing her eyes, she breaths in through her nose and lets it out slowly from her mouth. When her nerves settle, she looks to the matron and continues her thought.
I was angry with Sousuke at first. How could he have left the village to pursue... what? I don't even know why he left other than it involved the people who had hurt Okibi. But a month is a long time to think and while I didn't think when I was awake, I dreamed and did a lot of thinking there. If someone had hurt Sousuke or Shinji, I think I would abandon the entire village to pursue revenge as well. I can't vault him for that any more. My heart hurts a little for being left behind but our relationship was... is... still new. I can't really expect him to trust me with such sensitive plans. For all he knew, I would have tried to convince him not to go... probably a discussion he wouldn't want to have. Sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness than for permission.
Craning his neck from where he perched on her shoulders, CuRua rubs his cheek to hers, pushing a smile to her lips. Reaching up with the opposite hand, she scratches the top of his head and behind his ears. It certainly had been a lonely month for everyone.
So...... You're the veteran. How do we get him back?
[MFT; WC:834]
