Fly jumped several feet back when the dark wolf quickly got to his feet and spun around to face her. His lithe figure and toned muscles made it easy for him to react and move quickly, but once he squared off to her Fly found him to be larger than she had thought; he was not built thick but he had length in his limbs. Orange eyes alight with scrutiny, @Bane looked her over and for a very brief moment Fly wondered what he was seeing when he looked at her. Not one to place much importance on looks, Fly quickly brushed off that train of thought. Instead, she focused on how shaken he seemed by whatever nightmare he was having. He stuttered out the beginning of a sentence but then stopped. Fly was about to ask him if he was okay, but the dark male quickly adjusted his bearing. His flame-like gaze which had before observed her appearance with intense scrutiny, orange eyes wide with the remnants of fear from his dream, now seemed flat and uninviting. His tone equalled this as he apologized, rather insincerely, for waking her up before turning and padding away.

Indignation quickly bubbled up in the young woman, who always tried her best to be kind to others. She had done nothing wrong. She had merely checked on him because he was causing a ruckus! What had he seen about her that made him so repulsed? Or maybe he was angry with her for waking him, or for finding him in the middle of a nightmare. Fly's mind buzzed, quickly running through every possible way she might have offended him. The girl knew there was only one way to find out for sure what exactly she had done to warrant such behavior. Impulsive and determined, Fly trotted after the young male until she was beside him. It was difficult for her to match his gait, his long legs carried him twice as far as each of her steps did for her. But Fly's turnover was fast and her heart was fortified by resolve. Walking along side him, Fly's brown eyes narrowed and her gaze fixed itself on the dark male. Most of the time Fly's voice sounded light and airy like a very high-pitched bell, but when she became angry or passionate about a subject her soprano tone would take on a richer, more powerful sound, something more like the sounds of bird song. It was in that rich, powerful soprano tone that Fly now addressed Bane: "You know, a thank you would have been nice too. I could have left you alone." Fly tried to catch his gaze, to somehow let him know that she understood just how bad a bad dream could get. She still thought that his behavior was totally out of line and would without a doubt let him know that, but her mission at the moment was simply to make him talk to her. She was not one to be looked over or ignored.

"Speech"

Bane never slowed his pace, but Fly had not really expected him to. She didn't really expect anything because it wasn't in her nature to think things through or consider the future. She always just reacted and continued to react, always being spurred on by the actions of others and how they made her feel and not ever stopping to make calculated decisions. And this time, the girl wondered if perhaps she had made a mistake. Bane thanked her but she knew it was only because she had asked him to and she had a feeling he was hoping that she would leave now that he had done what she had asked. That certainly didn't make her feel good. In fact, it kind of hurt. Had she failed in her attempt to make him talk? It seemed like she had actually accomplished just the opposite and made sure that he would never talk to her. Well, the fiery young woman thought, it isnt going to be that easy. If he wanted her gone he would have to say so and preferably to say why. She would not be made to feel guilty when no charge had been brought against her. Firefly wore her heart on her sleeve, so to speak, and was always flustered about where the hell everyone else kept theirs.

She took a deep breathe, held it for a moment, and then let it go in an exaggerated sigh. Carefully she considered how best to get him to explain what she had done to offend him. Being direct had obviously failed to coax him out, so she decided to try a different approach. "Well, I could be wrong, but" Fly paused and tried her best to make eye contact with the stoic male. "I am getting the feeling that you didn't want company." Her voice was gentler as she said this last part and her brown eyes were searching for some sign or answer. "Sooo, maybe I didnt do you any favors after all." Fly admitted generously. She could see how a stranger barging in on someone having a nightmare could be intrusive, but she still stood by her belief that at the very least she had not done anything wrong. "But you did wake me up, and I certainly cant get back to sleep now. So it only seems fair that you should keep me company now that we are both awake." Fly smiled at the dark wolf and wondered if it wasn't entirely too late to get him to talk to her. Worried that even now she would lose this fight and be left never knowing exactly what she had done to upset him, Fly added in a particularly soft, almost nervous, tone "I'll leave you alone if that's what you really want, but when I have a bad dream the last thing I want is to be left alone with the memories of it."

"Speech"

Finally the dark wolf stopped and Fly almost stumbled as she tried to stop next to him. Excitement made her heart start to beat faster, imagining that she had won and finally convinced him to be more friendly. However, the russet lady was woefully disappointed as the dark Guardian averted his eyes, a sign of submission, and seemed to only become even more off put by her smile.

Fly frowned, realizing that this was a battle she was not equipped to fight. She had not wanted his submission and she certainly didnt want to see him withdraw even further into himself. With a short, curt sigh Fly accepted that this man was not going to explain himself. It was becoming obvious that he desperately wanted to be anywhere but here. A mix of anger and frustration whirled around in the pit of the young girl's stomach, but more so than either of those feelings she was succumbing to a brand new feeling, one she had not yet experienced and couldnt exactly identify in the emotional moment she found herself in. This was the sting of rejection. She had grown up with only her mother and her brother as company and aside from the two of them had only come to know the Down wolves who had all welcomed her into the pack with friendly smiles. This man did not have Inali's kindness or Lugh's good mirth or Kova's openness. He was different from anyone she had met and as far as Fly could tell, he did not like her. That was a first for her.

Since she was too naive to understand the hurt that was turning her stomach into knots, the young girl translated it into anger. "Fine." Now her bell voice was flat as his had been in the beginning. "I'm sorry that I disturbed your solitude." Her tone slowly started to take on an edge, though she wished it would stay even. For once, she didn't want her emotions to be out in the open. Now her brown eyes left his and she cast her gaze on the ground; if he didnt want to look at her then fine, she wouldnt look at him either! Jaw clamped tightly shut, Fly wondered if she should just leave but something kept her rooted to the spot. Though she didnt quite realize it, she was still hoping that this could end on friendly terms, that she wouldnt have to walk away tonight burdened with this feeling of rejection. But now she was on the edge and it wouldnt take much to push her off and send her back to her den, hurt and confused.

"Speech"