Scarlett Trivale

In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear.
I see it all so clear.

There were a few things Scarlett had learned about Frost in their short meeting. One, he was extremely perceptive and always seemed to have his mind working, if she wanted to keep his attention she was going to have to find ways to interest that complex mind. Two, he had a rough exterior, not appearance wise but personality wise, but if she was lucky, she'd be able to crack it enough to get a glimpse inside to something kinder. And three, he was dangerous; that of course did not make him necessarily a bad person, but it did mean he had the capacity for doing bad things. Frost was certainly an interesting character, entirely dismissive to a lot she had said and probably would say. Maybe there was no way to befriend him, but Scarlett was stubborn and extremely persuasive, if anyone could slide their way into his good graces and friendship, it was certainly her. This was also their first meeting, she still had plenty to chip away at to get to the center of him, to find out for herself just who Frost was.

There is no ulterior motive behind Scarlett's desire to get to know Frost better, it was simply curiosity. Wolves were social creatures, and that only added to how naturally kind and social Scarlett already was. Maybe it was some hidden pack mentality in her that made her want to befriend all weres in hopes being accepted into a pack. She wouldn't know however, she refused to delve deep into her own being, there was too much down there that might get accidentally dug up in the process. What point was it to lock it up and throw away the key if you accidentally found the key and unlocked it all again? She listens intently as he speaks, a genuine interest in what he is willing to tell her. His voice is cool, a testament to his nickname. She catches the simper that finds a way onto his lips, she preferred seeing these brief.....likeable qualities rather than that touch, frozen exterior he seemed to like to keep up.

"It offers my ears some reprieve from their attempts, yes. I am Icelandic. I was born in the city of Reykjavik, but I lived most of my life outside it in Grindavik. It is the most.....stunning of countries, the land goes on for miles and if it is not made of ice it is made of fire. It is hostile but beautiful." he says, his head shaking slightly as if to rid his mind of the thought of his old country. She silently wondered why he had left, but knew it was not her place to ask and hushed her curious questions. Curiosity killed the cat but could also get the wolf into some deep trouble. Instead she tried to set her mind into imagining iceland. Sure she had seen pictures of it on the internet, it was ruggedly beautiful, but it was not a place she was well knowledgeable on to be truthfully honest. She'd have to brush up on her icelandic towns and history after this to learn a little more about him.

"It sounds beautiful. There is something so alluring about the hostility between conflicting forces of nature. I imagine a place like that makes you feel alive......." Maybe she was talking and he wasn't listening, but her words had seemed to spill out of her, a small insight into the inner workings of her mind. What she would give to live, even visit, a place like he had described. The freedom, the open spaces. 'i'd die to get out of this damn city for something like that,' she thought with the smallest smirk at her internal thoughts. The topic switches however when the storm rolls in, bringing his attention to her powers as they walk in to the cafe.

"I have not met anyone whose powers work it such a way- you must find them....useful at times." he says as he stares at her through that mess of hair. It was funny to think about such a small, unassuming girl like herself being so powerful. Maybe that was one of the reasons she had been able to obtain this power, because she would never use it for bad things. Like whatever great force in the world saw the good in her heart and decided she was the best one to bestow this power to. She could destroy cities, but she was never going to. "They can be, for simple things like.....getting rid of the annoyance of crowded streets, or bigger things like protecting myself," it was a simple, honest answer, the blonde remaining completely ignorant to what he may be thinking, what he may be planning. Although, he may find it rather unpleasant if he tried to exploit her and she were to find out, she wasn't sure what it felt like being hit by lightning but she was sure it didn't feel very good.

She watches in amusement as the coffee is delivered and the messy haired boy immediately reaches for the sugar cubes. She finds it intriguing the way he falls victim to one of his more animalistic desires. She loved sweets two but not to this extent as what she was witnessing before her. She looks down into her coffee, desperately trying to hide the small smile that threatened to break onto her face and bring laughter with it. She wasn't laughing at him, rather she found it cute his love of sugar. 'How funny that he seems to love sugar cubes like any old regular horse,' she thinks, regaining her composure enough to look back up at him. She couldn't blame him, wolves were omnivores, but their main diet was meat and she loved herself a good steak. She didn't quite have the same problem of addiction to it that her equine friend before her did though.

"Good. After this then I will show you a place where your powers can be released with a little more freedom." he says with a nod, and in return she nods, agreeing to his plan. She had no quarrels showing him more, if anything it would be fun. Maybe he'd try to use her powers against her, but she had faith that he wouldn't and her faith went a long way. She was like a religious person just without a religion, her faith instead put on people she surrounded herself with. His words about his eyes catch her off guard and leave her stunned. When everything finally lines up, he does not respond. Scarlett was positive he had telepathy, and early stages of the power too, so early he hadn't been able to realize what he was capable of until just a moment ago. It was embarrassing to think of what he might have been able to hear her think had he not clued her in, if she had been ignorant and let her mind do as it normally does. He already heard her comment on his hair.

Frost seems to stare absentmindedly at his coffee until she catches his attention with her words, the honesty in them bringing his gaze back to her. There is a sweet smile on her lips. He was definitely handsome, she could never deny that, she just thought he would be able to make any girl swoon if they got a look at his eyes. She herself is attractive as well, beautiful not only in spirit but in appearance as well. She had her flaws of course but she had certainly had her own fair share of admirers, even if they didn't go anywhere. He does something unexpected by flicking his fair back away from his left eye, allowing her to get a really good look at what she was sure was amethyst where his eyes should be. They were beautiful, and easily one of his most defining features. She blushes slightly, shifting her emerald gaze away slightly in realization that she was staring like a complete idiot. 'I imagine you get all the girls like that huh?' she thinks, knowing full well he can hear her as a simper slips onto her lips from her thought.

"It is uncommon in my country as well, to a certain extent. My bloodline, if you will, is prized for this particularly trait, along with several others. Horses after all, are often bred for certain characteristics, like many animals. Breeding programs allow certain traits to become more fixed if the mating's are controlled. It merely depends on what the....owner desires." His words are harsh and unusual, leaving her blinking in surprise. She knew little about were culture, but surely this was not a normal phenomenon in any regard. The fact that were horses, if not all creatures, were being treated like pets or livestock to selectively breed made her feel.....angry. The fact that hunters and others say weres as animals and nothing more was upsetting, weres were capable of as much humanity as the rest of them. A lot of weres didn't even get to chose if they wanted to be weres or not. She didn't say anything though, she had no idea what to say without anger slipping out.

His words are so cold and emotionless, she almost thinks he doesn't care about it, but something tells her he does, even if he doesn't want to. He was definitely good at hiding things."They are a mutation of sorts, though a harmless one, purely for aesthetic value though I am pleased you find they have achieved their purpose." Frost says, a chuckle reverberating in his chest. It is a new sound, one she kinda liked coming from him, especially from the normal cold tones. She offers him a smile and a nod as the conversations is dismissed with the arrival of their food. Her mouth watered as the smell wafted to her sensitive nose, and for the first time she realized just how freaking hungry she really was. He had been such a good distraction she hadn't even noticed the hunger biting at her stomach.

She is quick to grab one of the pieces of sausage with her fork, taking a bite as the warm, delicious taste spread through her mouth and pleased her. Her emerald eyes catch him segregating the meat from the non meat. It confuses her for a moment as he grabs the toast until his words ring a bunch of bells in her head. "Vegetarian." She laughs, her laughter so light and musical. Scarlett wasn't sure why she found it funny, but she did. She also was not laughing at him, but at herself for taking so long to place the puzzle pieces together. "I feel so stupid, that seems like such an obvious thing but I did not come to that conclusion," she says, a grin on her features at her own perhaps moment of cluelessness.

She continue to eat for a moment, not really a quick eater despite being a wolf as he shakes his head slightly and his gaze is shrouded once more. "Where is your pack then, little wolf? I was led to believe most wolves travelled together." he asks, catching her a little off guard with hs question but she doesn't show it. She is quiet for a moment before she simply shrugs her shoulders. "Wolves are very social creatures and i'm sure for most wolves travelling together is true. I on the other hand have never had a pack, see I was bitten not born, and even then the werewolf that bit me was a loner and left long before my first change. There were also maybe two other weres in my entire, tiny little country town and they were not the most social creatures. So i've never really had the opportunity at pack life," Scarlett says, her voice cool and seemingly unfazed by this fact anymore. In truth, she had grown accustom to living alone and had decided she didn't need others to make it by.

"Are you in a pack?"