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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 10:59 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 11:36 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 12:35 pm
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She watched as he visibly relaxed and lost all his tension/worry in one fell swoop. Whatever he was worried about had left his mind completely after she spoke. "That's okay." She gave a small awkward smile.
Zjarri blushed gently at the humor in his eyes. She had done her research, do the best of her ability and she had no shame in that, besides a good Captain gets spoken about. That was the way it had always been, so she was told. So when she had his name and approximate pelt distinctions she had gone to work seeking him out. With little luck to this point. Upon receiving a motion to seat herself she did so hurriedly. Her rump dropped hard enough to create a small puff of a dirt. Something she herself hadn't seen, but it tickled her nose and she sneezed.
Boy we're off to a great start..
Then she was hit with a final blow. Embarrassed for her harsh words she almost hung her head, but there he was seeking her side of the story. Zjarri almost smiled, but instead prepared herself for the talk. "My Father, Bjorn, has been a Reaver his whole life and has been only a couple of vikings, that I'm aware of." She realized as she spoke that perhaps he did more than he had told her? She didn't say anything for a moment and recalculated. "As far as I know he hasn't really amounted to much of what he had set his hearts desire to." This time she chose her words a little more wisely.
By now her age was showing distinctly. As a young adult she had so much to learn, including when to keep her mouth shut and perhaps what to say and to whom.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 1:02 pm
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Zjarri couldn't even begin to describe how grateful she was for having chosen his company. That little incident would have ended up with her laughed out, or so she figured. "Perhaps, but it seems I took care of this one spot." She gave a grin, one that was quick to slip away as they continued on with their more serious topic.
Her ears perked and her eyes stayed focused. The blue lioness' stance gave away that she was intently trying to decide how to answer the questions. Trying to avoid her mistakes of answering to quickly, with no prior true thought to give her words a foundation. "Perhaps I used his lack of Vikings as an excuse for my wanting to get ahead?" Zjarri was tempted to seek the ground with her eyes, instead she kept them locked with the Captains face. "Vikings are.." A pause, she still didn't have an answer. "I know that Vikings are looked upon as a great opportunity and when successful give great pride to those on the Viking." As she spoke she became more confident. "That is what I think of Vikings. I believe they bring great honor to a family, my Father did not go on many Vikings, though he never said why."
She began to understand where he was going with this. Becoming a Reaver was a feat in itself, continuing to pursue anymore is a personal choice. A choice her Father chose not to make. "I'm sorry." She spoke softly, recognizing her own faults almost immediately. "I held onto so many negative feelings about it that I didn't stop to consider his side."
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 1:33 pm
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She mused lightly. "Ah, yes. Complaints seem common among the rank." Her grin didn't fade, even as she began to really think about things.
To say the young adult was blown away by how the situation had turned would have been nothing in comparison to how she really felt. It was an eye opening experience that made her feel ways towards her Father that she hadn't felt before. In full she would likely apologize to him. His choices shouldn't be what shapes her, not in a negative way. Her choices were her own, just like his was his to make.
"I will ask him and apologize for how I may have come off to him. You've taught me a lesson I wouldn't have learned if I hadn't talked about this. Thank you." Her smile was gracious.
"Rea.. really!?"
Nearly bouncing in place she caught her tail before making another dust storm, but the bright light in her eyes gave way just how enthused and grateful she was. This was the opportunity of a life time! "Oh yes please!" She proclaimed happily.
"Oh, I must go get myself ready and tell my family. They will be so pleased!" Though she spoke her goodbyes to Bousvor, they were being said as she stood up and began to leave, quickly. Her excitement, though still somewhat contained, was beginning to show in the way she carried herself away from his den.
Fin~
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