It was hard for Icarus to find a good balance between awkward silence and yammering his face off about the things that were important to him, or things he thought might be important to his new friend. Often, he feared he talked way too much and that others just had a tendency to tune him out. He couldn’t help that he was passionate about most things, and sure, it was a little discouraging when others seemed disinterested in what he had to say, but that just meant he’d have to tweak the amount he talked about it next time. But in the same way, he didn’t want to make it seem like he was an unfriendly guy by just being weirdly quiet the whole walk. So he did what any nervous, uncertain guy would do, and just tentatively tried to make conversation while keeping his cool. Even if it was punctuated with strange periods of silence and then a burst of words out of nowhere.
Eventually, and thankfully, they reached the borders of the labyrinth. Icarus paused to throw a short howl into the air, announcing his presence to his packmates in case anybody was in need of him. He had wandered out to take care of that badger, after all. Then his tail flicked and he continued walking, tilting his head toward Scott. “The labyrinth is full of these big, twisty trees. I grew up here - they made for an interesting obstacle course when I was younger,” he laughed.
Apr 13, 2018 11:17 AM
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