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11-26-2015, 09:51 PM
Patrolling is not a particularly interesting job, but it does have it's moments. The night is quiet, and Caleb has adjusted well to it so when he hears a female voice screeching and yelling it is more than surprising. His ears twist away from the sound and a scowl marks his features. He could've heard her even if she had whispered as quietly as possible. It is his corporal, Sialia. Caleb had always thought her to be calm and level-headed, so to hear her voice booming across the land meant it had to be serious.
His scowl is fleeting and his face returns to it's neutral coldness. As everything quiets down once more, his ears twist forward. He approaches her at a decent rate, deciding that he should move to her quickly instead of leisurely. "Corporal," he greets, though it is not welcoming and warm, but suspicious as to why Sialia has approached him in the way she has.
Caleb assumes Sialia's anger stems from his sudden disappearance. He does not know how to make it up to her, nor does he know if he can. On his mind lingered one question. Have the other soldiers showed up since Caleb had last met with Sialia? The dark hybrid had seen a couple when Ashamin and d'Artagnan had held a meeting, but other then that he had seen none. That meeting (which had been held quite some time ago) had been the last he'd seen of any warriors. Caleb knows the lack of other warriors does not compensate for his own absence.
Though it had only been mere seconds into the encounter, Caleb was in awe. He liked that she wasn't afraid to demand things of him (even if her demand was to stand in front of her). No mare here had really given him an order. Even though Caleb felt a certain dread going into this conversation, having an idea about what she will scold him for, he still found her... kind of amazingly attractive. Though he may never act on it, he was far from hesitant about admiring from a respectable distance.
Even though admiring with skin-to-skin contact is doubly great for him.
His scowl is fleeting and his face returns to it's neutral coldness. As everything quiets down once more, his ears twist forward. He approaches her at a decent rate, deciding that he should move to her quickly instead of leisurely. "Corporal," he greets, though it is not welcoming and warm, but suspicious as to why Sialia has approached him in the way she has.
Caleb assumes Sialia's anger stems from his sudden disappearance. He does not know how to make it up to her, nor does he know if he can. On his mind lingered one question. Have the other soldiers showed up since Caleb had last met with Sialia? The dark hybrid had seen a couple when Ashamin and d'Artagnan had held a meeting, but other then that he had seen none. That meeting (which had been held quite some time ago) had been the last he'd seen of any warriors. Caleb knows the lack of other warriors does not compensate for his own absence.
Though it had only been mere seconds into the encounter, Caleb was in awe. He liked that she wasn't afraid to demand things of him (even if her demand was to stand in front of her). No mare here had really given him an order. Even though Caleb felt a certain dread going into this conversation, having an idea about what she will scold him for, he still found her... kind of amazingly attractive. Though he may never act on it, he was far from hesitant about admiring from a respectable distance.
Even though admiring with skin-to-skin contact is doubly great for him.
@Sialia idrk why but this took a turn towards the end xDDD
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a cold-hearted man was once a man that once cared too much.
