Climbing Mountains
09-04-2015, 12:38 PM
Starling smiled lightly as she spoke of all her duties and he shook his head slightly. "Y-you were v-very busy. I-I was j-just being lazy." He said with a sweet smile, shrugging it off. Even if they didn't make great use of his time here, he did learn more than he would have in Abaven, and he met some wolves he'd love to meet again in the future. He would blink slightly as she spoke in another language he didn't understand, but he didn't think much of it. Perhaps it was her secret way of saying things on her mind that she didn't want others to hear, just like him with his Italian. Everyone deserved their outlet, and he liked her enough to not assume it was him she was talking about. Instead he just shuffled through the snd, taking some time to delicately extract some mint from the earth for later use. He could carry it back with the earth smoke, it didn't matter too much. He'd hum lightly as she spoke of Sin, and how he had decided to leave, and he would look up for a moment in shock before looking back down, hopping over a rock to search along the other side. "I-If h-he's leaving d-does that m-mean h-he's n-not still a th-threat? O-or do you th-think h-he'll be l-looking f-for another th-throne?" He asked lightly, the fear lingering on his tongue like a bad taste. He didn't like the idea of this dangerous man out there, with wolves that had decided to follow him. What would happen if he decided Abaven would be nice to try and take? Did he have an army? Was his family safe? He swallowed slightly, anxiety rising like bile in his throat but he kept his thoughts quiet. He wanted to know if Arian believed he was still a threat or not.
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