How very innocent and so distinctly childlike it felt to sit on the beach in a fashion he had not done in centuries! Arya, in her kindness, shifted sideways to allow him to share her towel, Matteo wholly content to take up that offer in some vague and wholly futile endeavour to prevent the sand from sticking to his jeans. His feet and too, the exposed part of his legs where he had rolled up the bottoms of his jeans were thoroughly covered in those tiny grains. The Frenchman was unable to decide whether he liked that feeling or not. For a single, prolonged moment, Matteo allowed his toes to move once more, feeling that sand again as if he truly were a curious child in the grasp of the fascination of a new tactile experience. One he suspected his young companion was far more familiar with. Arya's sweet, girlish laughter rose easily above the sound of the waves as they toppled onto the shore, the young woman assuring him she had gotten used to finding sane everywhere. A notion Matteo was hardly assured he enjoyed the thought of and yet- what was life without such experience? Besides, to trap sand all about his chateau would annoy his butler thoroughly. How well it might be worth it to see the look on Gregory's face. A warm, teasing simper so found the Fae's ever-youthful features at the thought before his mind turned more fully to the young woman next to him. How rare it was for one so young to sit alone and stare at the depths of the water- even if that water called to her as he knew it did. Indeed, it was far more likely that, today, Arya so found her head filled with thoughts. The very kind he was assured he might have the time to hear if she had the time to tell. Matteo, by that same notion, hardly inclined to push. After all, if she chose to share her thoughts that choice was hers alone. Perhaps, instead, she might merely prefer to speak of anything but those worries that afflicted her.
Arya seemed to hesitate for several seconds, his efforts to coax that tale from her, it seemed, having surprised her so entirely and yet how quick she was to force that smile to her lips in an effort to hide that hesitation asif she feared he might think her impolite. A small, near knowing simer found its way to the Frenchmans lips again and yet his silver gaze remained upon the ocean ahead. His entire form wholly relaxed upon that towel. Matteo, for now, so choosing to keep his gaze toward that sea. After all, sometimes, it was far easier to speak without the gaze of another upon you. The Frenchman so merely waiting for Arya to choose whichever words she might like to offer him of her own accord. Arya content to reveal what he had anticipated. That she sought the ocean when she found her mind full of thoughts- much to the disdain of ehr parents. Ah, but how surely he knew such a feeling as that! Aiden, in his own moments of thoughtful inundation so tended to retreat to the confines of his room. A place Matteo had struggled to drag him from since his teenage years. Children, it seemed, did not change- no matter the age. Arya's insistence that 'boys' had driven a great deal of her thoughts back then further coaxing a soft chuckle to the Frenchmans lips.
"Ah, Mon Amie, I think many a girl has stared at the ocean when it is she finds herself thinking of boys. In that you were not alone. Although, it is so, that I know boys most well and I can say with assurance that they are perfectly silly creatures."
That warm simper so found his lips once more. His words a ready tease as his silver gaze shifted to meet her own in that shared moment of amusement. Matteo entirely content to throw his own gender beneath that metaphorical bus and yet what woman did not realise the foolishness of boys? All of them, Matteo was assured, would come to that discovery at one stage or another. It was so hardly a secret. Women had been making fools of men for as long as the sun had risen and fallen with each passing day. Arya shifted slightly upon that towel then in the momentary quietude that followed. The pair, in that moment, well relaxed within one another's company before the young woman near regrettably assured him she had no story for him today, but rather, that she might seek his advice. Arya paused once more then, as if seeking his permission to unburdan herself, Matteo so merely nodding his head before gesturing softly for her to continue. Her worries, it seemed, so concerned his own son's pack and whether or not she should join it. Ah, but how she sat upon the very edge of her own destiny and so hardly knew it! Matteo, as always, so keeping such knowledge to himself for now as Arya continued.
How very well he understood those fears and worries that tumbled so freely from her lips. The young woman caught between indecision and insecurity and too- the very demands of her species and its instincts. How curious it was that no matter how old someone became- that desire to 'fit in' still remained. Those insecurities of 'what if' still whispered and too, Arya's own nature warred with both. The young woman quickly insisted she was rambling as Matteo's own head simply shook in a gentle assurance she was not. The Frenchman inclined to consider her words for several moments before his gaze turned back to the ocean before them, his lips parting to offer those accented words.
"Ah, young one, you make perfect sense to me. Do not worry. I think it is so that everyone desires to belong no matter the age. You will be different in some ways from the others in Tetradore's pack but too- you will be the same in many others. Perhaps you might think instead of the reasons why such a pack might suit you. It is by the water and on a boat which is a perfect place for a seal, there are other young women for you to befriend- and boys too- though they are ridiculous as I have said. Tetradore is a good leader and yet even he has his shortcomings, as does everyone. If you have felt yourself draw to that pack then there is no harm in trying, to see if it suits you, to see if it is the place you are destined to be. If you do not feel it is so, you can always leave. Tetradore would never deny you that.
Matteo paused for a moment then to allow the young woman to consider those words before that near impish smile seemed to find his lips once more, his silver gaze turned gently to his own.
"I once saw Tobias, Tetradore's beta, attempt to fit his own fist in his mouth, I think, Mon Cherie, that no matter how different you are- you will never be so 'different' as that."
The amusement within his words was distinctly clear now. Matteo allowed another warm chuckle to fall from his lips in the wake of those teasing words.
"Family is what you make it, Arya. It is not defined by one thing or one group. Perhaps you will find a new sort of family amongst Tetradore's pack. In the very least, it will not hurt to try. I promise you that, Mon Cherie."
c'est dur d'être un dieu.