04-29-2013, 03:13 PM
Éva knows the Metzger boys. She knows Tom through her deceased mate. She knows Emmett as an afterthought (This is my packmate Hated-By-the-Wyrm, oh and that's his brother...what's your name again?). Emmett is smaller than his older sibling by 30%, though they share the same color of hair and the shape of their eyes. The same color of skin. Tom's nose is too far out of shape from being broken repeatedly to tell if there's any similarity there, but not many have studied either Metzger close enough to notice that small nuance. That Emmett is present can only mean that Tom is not. They don't run together, these two, and Eva would know that better than anyone besides Sarah and Aiden Carey.
His eyes that had been lowered lift to track the dark streaks on her jeans before turning away again and watching the children scatter to find out about these flower crowns they've heard tell of. He smiles, dips his chin toward his chest and listens intently to what it is she's saying. He shouldn't go to Williston North Dakota unless he's one of two things - of which he's neither. Duly noted, says the nod that he gives her.
"I'll bet good money she's feeling pretty grown up ." A corner of his mouth tugs upward. Eventually, when she says that she really is glad to see him, his gray eyes sweep over her face noting the delicacy of her features and the way they seem crafted expertly down to the shape of her brow and edge of her jaw before looking away again.
"Are you?" Emmett is smiling, not full or wide or ear to ear, but smiling genuinely so that it ends up in a one sided grin. "I'm glad to see you too, Éva. You really do look great. And so does Ellie." He says with a nod toward the pack of girls who are following an auburn haired teen female toward the picnic table with the flower crowns. Of all the children, Ellie is the most striking. Maybe it's her dark hair against the pale crown of a floral arrangement.
How are you, she asks, "I'm doing ok." Is his response. "The ranch is doing pretty good, the help seems stable....just hoping the weather holds." His replies are generic, the sort you give the cashier at the grocer when they ask how you are. But one more glance back at Eva's face and Emmett is laughing and looking away at the girls and the flowers and then the fire.
"That sounded ...ridiculous." Shaking his head he takes a drink of whatever it is that Nora gave him. "I'm doing pretty good." then, "Really." His gaze darts back to her face and he's wearing a wry grin to match her own.
His eyes that had been lowered lift to track the dark streaks on her jeans before turning away again and watching the children scatter to find out about these flower crowns they've heard tell of. He smiles, dips his chin toward his chest and listens intently to what it is she's saying. He shouldn't go to Williston North Dakota unless he's one of two things - of which he's neither. Duly noted, says the nod that he gives her.
"I'll bet good money she's feeling pretty grown up ." A corner of his mouth tugs upward. Eventually, when she says that she really is glad to see him, his gray eyes sweep over her face noting the delicacy of her features and the way they seem crafted expertly down to the shape of her brow and edge of her jaw before looking away again.
"Are you?" Emmett is smiling, not full or wide or ear to ear, but smiling genuinely so that it ends up in a one sided grin. "I'm glad to see you too, Éva. You really do look great. And so does Ellie." He says with a nod toward the pack of girls who are following an auburn haired teen female toward the picnic table with the flower crowns. Of all the children, Ellie is the most striking. Maybe it's her dark hair against the pale crown of a floral arrangement.
How are you, she asks, "I'm doing ok." Is his response. "The ranch is doing pretty good, the help seems stable....just hoping the weather holds." His replies are generic, the sort you give the cashier at the grocer when they ask how you are. But one more glance back at Eva's face and Emmett is laughing and looking away at the girls and the flowers and then the fire.
"That sounded ...ridiculous." Shaking his head he takes a drink of whatever it is that Nora gave him. "I'm doing pretty good." then, "Really." His gaze darts back to her face and he's wearing a wry grin to match her own.