Falke responded to her huff of faux frustration and mild amusement, with a sharp, you-know-what-I-meant look glinting in his gaze, before reluctantly snorting in acquiesce. As she took a few steps backwards, he began cautiously shoving himself upright off the bench. He caught his balance easily enough, but his senses hadnât obviouslyâŠ
As Tallyho noticed herself a new presence over her shoulder and spoke out to⊠Him. Falkeâs eyes widened noticeably as he focused far more acutely than his bleary gaze usually could do or ever did, on the near presence of Kyle, that he hadnât been aware of during the relative distraction Tallyho had accidently provided. Throughout the week, Falke had been avoiding every one of the group proper â from month warriors, to guardians, to the Academy quad (with the exception of Mori, and Karma, when they were humoring Princess Morgan at times) â and Kyle, goddess be dammedâŠ
He was one of the few that would not leave well enough alone and give Falke the space heâd downright needed away from the group. And while the shorter warrior had certainly put him through an overtime ringer avoiding him especially, it had been surprisingly easy feat. The more the other thought, and mulled, and questioned; the easier and further away he could always be, by the time he felt him coming.
You know what. fei⊠So be it, if Tallyho invited Kyle on their adventure, sure, he was welcome to follow along. But at the very least, he could be confident, he could avoid an unwanted gesture or touch of Kyleâs endearing attention for a while longer. And, it had been a week, maybe he should try and open up a little more? Perhaps?
Saved from having to mull it over any longer, the sharp attentiveness he regarded Kyle flashed away to Tallyho as sheâd started walking down the walkway â not even alerting him, except for a quick, abrupt nudge at his leg. The brief touch was enough to give him the faint sense of vertigo, and a pale flush across his high cheekbones; already attached to her mind as it was, it broadened the connection enough for her to feel probably a touch of his wearily reluctant amusement at the whole situation, and maybe perhaps a smidgen of his lackluster acceptance that trying to keep out of peopleâs mental auras and âtrashâ was never going to work in the long runâŠ
"Um...Do you like fish?"
Falke shook his head in the negative even with his eyes still trained in Tallyhoâs direction, leaving Kyle to finish his sandwich and walk at the tail, before setting off at an easy gait. His long legs catching up well enough to Tallyhoâs heels, even with the occasional gimp as the sour muscles strained.
The walk wasnât too terribly long, and it was a blessed surprise to not hear âoh, look, the blind babeâ or âthe icy invalidâ or some other horrid combination of either or something completely new and still completely wrong to call someone with a supposed âstatusâ now, or anybody really. He had kept his eyes averted toward the ground and turned his head purposefully away from the awareness anyone that happened to look a little too hard at the trio. He followed Tallyhoâs movements, keeping his feet underneath him even in the busier alleyways or crossroads, and kept from bumping into others within the crowd.
He was further at ease as they finally reached the city walls, and the crowdâs pressure around them eased. It was like taking in a breath of fresh air, he hadnât realized heâd been holding. They had avoided unwanted attention, and started to come up to the caravan proper â with the sound of whiskery horse breaths, and thick curtains of a covered wagon flapping in the wind, came tickling his own ears. Tallyho finally rasped, voiced cracking slightly, âWeâre here.â
It wasnât long before the caravanâs comforting, easy quiet was interrupted by a small exclamation of a young child sounded off from behind a wagon, âMaaa!â And after a paused, full of pregnant anticipation, a womanâs voice, possibly the mother of the child, called out herself, âDene! Dene, Dene come quick!â And more faces and minds came awake and alive, emerging from the backs of wagons and gasping in delight, excitement, and pure joy â not at seeing them humble month warriors coming to see them, but at Tallyho, a champion of their people.
Gladly Falke let him near Tallyhoâs shoulder be pushed out of the swelling crowd, hugging Tallyho if they could, and if they couldnât â they then begin latching unto someone else who could, and others held unto that someone, and on, and on⊠Calls of getting âYagiâ and scattered of children echoed around him, but he stayed firm, and watched in appreciative patience, if not wonder.
Tallyho deserved this recognition! And being with her family, well it was an honor to be asked along for this little adventure; even paling as he was from the emotional backlash and tears prickling the corner of his own eyes in response, he kept himself from crying and remained a strong and steady mental presence for the February warrior to latch unto if she so choose. But knowing Tallyho, Falke (and Kyle) just being there, would be enough for her comfort if it came down to it.
Kyle on the other hand, goddess above⊠The other had crashed unto a nearby, rough wooden bench. Emotionally breaking down. Something about, Home? Family? Tallyhoâs, or his own? Fei! Was it really the time to have an emotional breakdown to begin with? Perhaps Falke was only sprouting out thorns where his softest pieces used to be. Hell, he knew he was making friends out of their groupâs demons, let along just his own. And while they could be laughing and swapping stories and causing fractures of faith or sanity or Goddess forbid what else â he choked on the smoke left over. There wasnât nothing wrong with it technically? Some days the demons made better listeners than the angels. But dammit, he was already emotionally high strung with Tallyhoâs conscience at his grasp, and Kyle needed to get a gripâŠ
/Enough,/ He touched the edges of Kyleâs mental storm, willing the words to be heard clearly and their serious intentions even through the unsteady tremor in his tunneled out tone of voice. He hadnât done this in a while, to be honest. /Your world is always going to be complete all on your own, but itâs a lot brighter and enticing when youâre willing to open up and share it with someone else. Itâs true that you donât have to keep all your secrets to yourself. But⊠Now is not the time, Kyle./ And with that, Falke abruptly withdrew. Hoping the years spent being Kyleâs common sense guidance at time would win through, and the other would come to his senses and grip the reality surrounding them. It was not his time, it was Tallyhoâs.
Falke remained straight-faced, and at ease on the surface of his appearance; as he calmly watched the display of affection surrounding Tallyho, as if Kyle hadnât ever bothered him in the first place. Waiting for this Yagi to appear that they had cried for to see Tallyho, before they engulfed her.