Relationship Status: It's Complicated
Something was not right. For the sake of battle Gerwald had allowed another into his mind, and it had been too easy, too comfortable. Sure he knew how to project his thoughts through telepathy, Gerwald even knew how to protect his own mind. She had entered all too easy. The barrier designed to protect his mind would have been too weak had she decided to attack his mind outright. This bothered Gerwald. The wolf was unsettled within him as was the man. Whatever was going on Gerwald needed to do something about it.
There was only one person that Gerwald knew to reach out to.
His thumbs flew across the personal datapad he had grown accustomed to using since leaving Stewjon. The request was pretty simple.
With that, Gerwald sent the message.
His hair was tied up into a sloppy man-bun as it usually was for his workouts. Whether the woman met him or not, Gerwald intended to train. His pants were loose and baggy, black with the exception of a thin white stripe running down the seam of the leg. His shirt was a simple gray tank top which left his arms exposed and easily cooling from the amount of heat his body was putting off. Gerwald was an active sort while he waited. It kept his mind from wondering and settling on the what if’s of life.
When Gerwald felt her presence, he stood from a set of pushups he had been doing. His eyes met hers and he nodded with a smile.
“I’m glad you decided to come. It’s good to see you again.”
There was only one person that Gerwald knew to reach out to.
His thumbs flew across the personal datapad he had grown accustomed to using since leaving Stewjon. The request was pretty simple.
To: [member="Naedira Darcrath"]
From: Gerwald Lechner
I cannot stop thinking about the battle mind we shared. It was easy and more comfortable than it should have been. My mental shields need to be strengthened, but I also would like to learn how you did that. I willbe at the training grounds this afternoon if you are free.With that, Gerwald sent the message.
His hair was tied up into a sloppy man-bun as it usually was for his workouts. Whether the woman met him or not, Gerwald intended to train. His pants were loose and baggy, black with the exception of a thin white stripe running down the seam of the leg. His shirt was a simple gray tank top which left his arms exposed and easily cooling from the amount of heat his body was putting off. Gerwald was an active sort while he waited. It kept his mind from wondering and settling on the what if’s of life.
When Gerwald felt her presence, he stood from a set of pushups he had been doing. His eyes met hers and he nodded with a smile.
“I’m glad you decided to come. It’s good to see you again.”