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No, someone didn't have to. No one ever has. No one ever cared enough to even try. Nik kept his thoughts to himself, but they were clear in his eyes and the gratitude was too even if Lyra didn't want to acknowledge it. And more than sensing that she didn't want to pursue the topic anymore - and truthfully neither did he, feeling enough right now as it was - he let her direct their attention elsewhere and he nodded, standing with a smile. In that moment he looked far more relaxed and even happy than he had in a long time, and Nik picked up his oatmeal.
"I'll see them, but they don't much like being confined, so I think we'll stay outside. Thank you, though."
He moved away toward the door then and paused there, glancing back and meeting her eyes. "I will think on what you've said, but....thank you for saying nothing to anyone else yet." He wasn't ready to face his family and while most elves might be fine with his heritage, there were always those who would not be. Nik was genuinely grateful Lyra had chosen to be discreet for now and he gave her a smile before disappearing out the door.
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The next three days were quiet ones for Nik as his body recovered from both the illness and his power surge. He stayed away from the house a lot, sometimes just perched atop Heaven or Noble and other times off with the wolves. His thoughts were consumed with Lyra's words, the questions she'd posed to him and while the answers should have been simple, were simple, putting them into practice and convincing himself that the world wasn't going to come crashing down if he did...well, that was another thing. He'd spent his whole life being beat down. To have the hope of rising up and actually becoming more than what he'd always been told he was....it was a hard concept for him to wrap his mind around.
But he WANTED to.
If Lyra could say such things to him when just three weeks ago she'd thought nothing of him either, then obviously she saw something in him he did not yet see and for some odd reason, that actually meant something to him in a way the werewolves' encouragement had not. Maybe it was just because he actually admired the she-elf so much. Or it could have been something else, but whatever the reason, he wanted to live up to her words.
Even if most of her words these days were grumbled and unhappy.
Maybe that was why he chose to finally take a step forward today - out of some kind of penance for costing her a month on the sidelines. At present Nik was leaning against the side of the stable wall, watching Lyra with both Noble and Heaven out in the field and the idea came slowly, tentatively as if it expected to be snarled back into submission, but this time Nik didn't shove it away and something seemed to spark to life within him. It was his power, taking an interest in the lack of heavy restraints and for the first time since he was a just a child, Nik actually called some of it forward. It came slowly, as if sensing that if swarmed he'd stop and the white-haired male extended his hand slowly, watching as the wind started to push against the tall grains of yellow grass, ripping the seeds off and sending them into a flurry of a dance through the sky.
It took a bit more concentration - a lot actually - to get that swirling wind to slow a bit and then blow by Lyra, catching at her hair teasingly as the grains twirled and danced around her and the horses harmlessly.
Nik couldn't help the smile that came to his face, nor the sense of freedom that rose in his chest at having made a conscious choice to do something always forbidden him.
"I'll see them, but they don't much like being confined, so I think we'll stay outside. Thank you, though."
He moved away toward the door then and paused there, glancing back and meeting her eyes. "I will think on what you've said, but....thank you for saying nothing to anyone else yet." He wasn't ready to face his family and while most elves might be fine with his heritage, there were always those who would not be. Nik was genuinely grateful Lyra had chosen to be discreet for now and he gave her a smile before disappearing out the door.
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The next three days were quiet ones for Nik as his body recovered from both the illness and his power surge. He stayed away from the house a lot, sometimes just perched atop Heaven or Noble and other times off with the wolves. His thoughts were consumed with Lyra's words, the questions she'd posed to him and while the answers should have been simple, were simple, putting them into practice and convincing himself that the world wasn't going to come crashing down if he did...well, that was another thing. He'd spent his whole life being beat down. To have the hope of rising up and actually becoming more than what he'd always been told he was....it was a hard concept for him to wrap his mind around.
But he WANTED to.
If Lyra could say such things to him when just three weeks ago she'd thought nothing of him either, then obviously she saw something in him he did not yet see and for some odd reason, that actually meant something to him in a way the werewolves' encouragement had not. Maybe it was just because he actually admired the she-elf so much. Or it could have been something else, but whatever the reason, he wanted to live up to her words.
Even if most of her words these days were grumbled and unhappy.
Maybe that was why he chose to finally take a step forward today - out of some kind of penance for costing her a month on the sidelines. At present Nik was leaning against the side of the stable wall, watching Lyra with both Noble and Heaven out in the field and the idea came slowly, tentatively as if it expected to be snarled back into submission, but this time Nik didn't shove it away and something seemed to spark to life within him. It was his power, taking an interest in the lack of heavy restraints and for the first time since he was a just a child, Nik actually called some of it forward. It came slowly, as if sensing that if swarmed he'd stop and the white-haired male extended his hand slowly, watching as the wind started to push against the tall grains of yellow grass, ripping the seeds off and sending them into a flurry of a dance through the sky.
It took a bit more concentration - a lot actually - to get that swirling wind to slow a bit and then blow by Lyra, catching at her hair teasingly as the grains twirled and danced around her and the horses harmlessly.
Nik couldn't help the smile that came to his face, nor the sense of freedom that rose in his chest at having made a conscious choice to do something always forbidden him.