09-07-2014, 10:56 AM
When she states that she is not one of their Guardians Yukito nods his head once. "I did not think you were, but another visitor who may have come from there." Was that the wrong thing to say? Perhaps not wrong but maybe a bit unnecessary, but Yukito believes in honesty, and in keeping an honest understanding. Particularly with Garou. Particularly with ahrouns.
He submits to her inspection without complaint, but watches her. She seems young. Judging by appearances Yukito does, too, but there is a gravity to him, a weight to his gaze that that suggests he is at least beyond his mid-twenties, if only by a year or two. They make an interesting pair, these two, like opposite sides of a coin. Where she is tall and solid and strong Yukito is shorter, slender, with a slender build that does not suggest strength or enduramce but speed.
He makes note of her discomfort and is prepared to thank her and be on his way when she suggests a direction, but then she's off. She forges ahead boldly, leaving him to follow or be left behind as he will. Yukito chooses to follow, and then he chooses to walk beside her as an equal. He catches up to her, swift and sure-footed despite the way the altitude coupled with the uneven trail threatens to make his lungs burn.
Morgan is speaking. Yukito is attentive to her words, her open musings about his tribe and his birthplace. He considers how to answer her question, not because he considers deceit but because one answer makes his chest ache with lonely homesickness and the other is more palatable. He decides on that one.
"I received my deed name at Sora no Soko Sept in Tokyo," he says, his voice slipping easily from accented English to Japanese. "Senpū means whirlwind. If you like you may call me that instead.
"And you, Firebrand-yuf? Where do you hail from?"
He submits to her inspection without complaint, but watches her. She seems young. Judging by appearances Yukito does, too, but there is a gravity to him, a weight to his gaze that that suggests he is at least beyond his mid-twenties, if only by a year or two. They make an interesting pair, these two, like opposite sides of a coin. Where she is tall and solid and strong Yukito is shorter, slender, with a slender build that does not suggest strength or enduramce but speed.
He makes note of her discomfort and is prepared to thank her and be on his way when she suggests a direction, but then she's off. She forges ahead boldly, leaving him to follow or be left behind as he will. Yukito chooses to follow, and then he chooses to walk beside her as an equal. He catches up to her, swift and sure-footed despite the way the altitude coupled with the uneven trail threatens to make his lungs burn.
Morgan is speaking. Yukito is attentive to her words, her open musings about his tribe and his birthplace. He considers how to answer her question, not because he considers deceit but because one answer makes his chest ache with lonely homesickness and the other is more palatable. He decides on that one.
"I received my deed name at Sora no Soko Sept in Tokyo," he says, his voice slipping easily from accented English to Japanese. "Senpū means whirlwind. If you like you may call me that instead.
"And you, Firebrand-yuf? Where do you hail from?"