heart is a weapon

*Lark* · 02-16-2017, 06:29 AM

Only for a moment would he try to rationalize the awkwardness he suddenly felt. Lark had never been much of a self-conscious creature; he was known in his family as being the confident one, the leader, the foundation. It'd been awhile since he'd truly had a friend, or even someone he just liked talking to, outside of his family and outside of Lillianna and he apparently was unaccustomed to it.

He noted she didn't seem that excited about the fact that Abaven was uneventful, though he knew neither of them would wish for anything more if something as awful as a war happened. He remembered when Finch had disappeared, and how upsetting it had been -- maybe things being boring wasn't so bad after all..

His face lit up a bit brighter at the mention of his dad. "Yeah, he's my father," Lark offered with no hesitation. No matter what he thought of his mother, he'd always been proud to be Bass' son and knew his other siblings felt the same way. His tail, now slowly twitching where it lay behind him, was further evidence of that fact.

He was glad to walk beside her, nose twitching as he occasionally dropped it to the earth to test the scents here. Nothing out of the ordinary, not yet at least, but it was a habit he had grown used to. "There's a few healers in the pack," he acknowledged, ears flicking as he eyed her from the side. "They could probably offer you some training if needed." Personally he knew little about healing, and was happy to keep it that way.. though the word training made him cringe internally, since he knew he'd been slacking on his fight training for some time now.

"Yeah, I was born here. It's all I've ever known." Nothing about the way he spoke betrayed that he thought anything poorly of that fact. Abaven was his home, and always would be, as far as he was concerned. Nothing could change that. "What about you? Where do you come from?"

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