As Mayleen spoke, Motto could hear that she too was very cold.  She was sharing a lot of very interesting things about herself, but he struggled to concentrate on Mayleen’s words.  Her discomfort bothered him.  As she was asking about himself, Motto unfastened his shirt.  Mayleen said something about Gypsies and he grabbed her arm.<span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-weight: bold"> “Come here.” </span></span>The young hunter pulled the girl close and wrapped his shirt around her shoulders; essentially squishing her against his bare chest.  He’d done it for wolf pups and a sickly foal..he could do it for Mayleen too.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://78.media.tumblr.com/33b77691f1c17935d09c9011c261dff7/tumblr_inline_p3i2w5qtEO1trff3p_540.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-weight: bold">“I’m just a hunter.  Not much to tell.  My aunt taught me things but I..didn’t stay there long.  I just live in a small place I built and … I hope to be useful..one day.”</span></span>He immediately regretted mentioning his aunt, but Motto’s inner turmoil ended at the sound of his teacher’s voice.<br/><br/>The Lore Master’s words resounded within him.  It<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">was</span></span>possible for him to fail by simply not being chosen.  Motto was moved by the beauty’s humble admission of her own wait.  He would model himself after her!  Patience.  Keeping busy.  Learn all he could.  Starting now.  Motto swivled towards Nikolas with Mayleen still smushed into himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-weight: bold">“You don’t seem bothered by the cold.  Can you?  Teach me?”</span></span>