He cocked his head slightly, as the words reached his ears. They were voyaging into the depths of the desert? That was not something one took on every day. He considered this silently. Dangers were everywhere, and it was indeed a risk many were unwilling to take. Danger meant fighting, possible injuries, even death. Heck, why not. He glanced at Karayeh, who also seemed in favour of it, as she glanced at him, raising a wolven eyebrow, obviously waiting for him to introduce them. Him? Ah, he supposed he would have to, though, it had been a while since he had spoken to another other than Karayeh.
:Go on,: she urged, as she padded up to him, butting him in the back of his knee, forcing him to take a step forward. He glared at her momentarily, before schooling his face to impassiveness once more.
With his wolven companion at his side, he approached, though rather slowly, hidden eyes observing all of them individually, for an equal amount of time. He then turned to the one who seemed to be in charge (Nika), hoping that she wouldn't immediatly take his presence as a threat.
Tilting his head slightly, he measured her silently, before speaking, his voice, for once, seemed almost hesitant, though it still retained it's cold tone. "I have heard that you travel to the Sandy Waters Desert," he paused, as if considering his next few words. His hand rested lightly on Karayeh's zenith, and it looked as though he was calming her, though it was probably the opposite. "I wish to offer my service," his gaze was sharp, as he waited for her response, "If you will accept." He finished his short yet long speech, in a tone that was slightly quieter than before. Probably because he wasn't used to speaking this much.
His female companion nudged him slightly, approvingly.
ractice,: she said, almost in a teasing way, though he knew that she was right. Talk more, intigrate, and he would be more comfortable. Yet, it seemed so difficult to do so. But what was it that really held him back?
:Fear,: stated Karayeh. :Fear of rejection, of pain, and fear that you will get to close to another, and end up losing them, as you did your village,: her voice softened at the last statement, though he knew that she was right, once again. So many years, and yet the memories still clung to him, haunting him, dragging him away from others. He had conquered many things, but never his fear, never his memories.