Life and it's turns
She seemed a bit uncertain of his presence at first, but Ganta was slowly realizing that he recognized the small femme. Hadn’t she been a member of Ivalice, or Talis, too? His ghostly gaze focused on her own when she began to speak, ears perked forward to catch each word. So she did have friends and family there, huh? He began to process this information, wondering what Athena and Amalia’s relationship to Roza might have been. Part of the young man had debated about lingering around Fiori a while, to get to know his dear friend’s friends and family… but he didn’t want to be a burden. He would not place a strain on Leo, having the male know he’d leave to make his own pack… no, he wouldn’t do that a second time.
“Ahh!” Ganta smiled widely, surprised in a good way. “You’re miss Avalon’s daughter, right!” He’d finally made the connection. The coat colors, the name, the age… “You say your dad was buried in the Northern Mines?” He began to flick through his memories. “Wait… Vereux right? He was your dad…” Ganta dipped his head.
“I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sure the words mean too little and come to late but…” He paused, considering something. “If you’re going to the North… perhaps you might wait a short while? I plan to visit Fiori, to see if a friend of mine wants to come with me but I… I plan to head to the North myself. To scout for potential pack lands.” Ganta offered her a gentle smile.
“…and before I forget my manners my name is Ganta Hellstrom-Lore. I know a bit about healing, though nothing too major… perhaps we could share our knowledge?” He offered, wondering what she might say. |
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