Larkcall Lowlands Out of Order

Askan's tail began to wag slowly on its own accord. When she put it like that he could hardly say no, could he? He didn't exactly want to be the secretive sort who withheld information from his leaders, but little titbits like this were harmless. Surely. Maybe if she hadn't been so enthusiastic, he would have been able to deny her but Askan was a pretty weak man at times and Percy had him wrapped around her proverbial pinky. Not that he minded too much.

Instinctively, he wanted to tilt his head out of reach to avoid the sloppy, excited kisses but with a fair amount of restrain he resisted. It wasn't so bad, it was kind of nice, even if affection was still an unknown to Askan. From anyone else he would have no doubt bolted, but for Percy- once again- she was an exception to an unsaid rule. One that he never really wavered from.

Askan was content to let her set the pace to the river, he was in no rush to get back and honestly he was just happy to see her up and about. Sure, it was clear that she was feeling sore, but he too concluded that a dip in the water might elevate some of the pain. As soon as she threw herself into the stream, Askan plonked himself down on his haunches to watch from a safe distance, lest she try and splash him. Her sheepish grin earned an amused, deep chuckle and his tail tapped at the ground in beat to his laughter.

"Yeah?" Thank the Gods for that, he wasn't exactly sure he'd get away with explaining her injury without saying she had been a little naughty. It seemed as though he didn't have to worry about that now. All was well, as it should be. "Uh huh." Askan agreed with a nod of his own. "I won't tell her if you don't. Deal?" He proposed with a silly, floppy tongued grin. Unsurprisingly, she agreed.

Today was good, he was feeling good.

(This post was last modified: Sep 17, 2016, 06:14 PM by Askan.)