perdere tempo

Starling would sigh softly as Lark questioned him, his ears slipping back and his gaze drifting to the side. He'd stare into the water, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he fought with the desire to stay, and the promise to go. He couldn't just...not return to Sonticus to learn. He would just stare at their reflections, tracing his gawky, awkward form compared to his brother's warrior appearance. Oh how desperately he longed to be like Lark, to be comfortable and physically capable. Instead, he had his healing, and he had to focus on that. If he didn't, he'd fall into a spiral of longing and jealousy. He had to keep moving towards his goal, if he had any hope of being half the wolf he knew Lark was destined to be. "Healing...i-isn't like fighting, Lark." He whispered softly. "Th-there are s-so many herbs t-to learn, and they g-grow differently and e-everywhere. I h-have to travel t-to know whats o-out there. An-and other h-healers in o-other places h-have different methods..." He said in his quiet, imperfect voice, his eyes stinging slightly as he tilted his head away from Lark. "I h-have t-to learn...t-to g-get better. S-so if s-something happens to...o-one of you..." He would clench his jaw again, turning back to Lark and offering him a small smile. "I d-don't want to l-leave either. B-but it's m-my...destiny, r-right? I h-have to learn all I can." He'd give him a big smile then, showing teeth which is something he normally never did. He had to learn not just for himself and the pack, but for everyone he ever met and came across.

When Lark spoke of training, Starling would look up at him, tilting his head slightly. "Oh Lark.." He said softly before he looked back down at the water, nodding slightly. "I-I know, Lark...b-but...y-you have a responsibility t-too, right? D-dad probably w-wont be happy th-that you skipped t-training.." He said softly then, looking at his reflection in the water. "D-do you realize...h-how great you h-have it?"

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"