roar like an open fire
12-18-2017, 06:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-18-2017, 06:36 PM by Diarmuid.)
Something like amusement fluttered in his chest at the easy way she responded, though his face concealed it through his steady, even stare. "I suppose it's not that far," Diarmuid responded plainly, shrugging his wide shoulders. Her words were not without wisdom, though. "Personally, I've seen enough of the world for my lifetime. But if traveling suits you, be my guest." He'd been made to leave the lands of his family when he was young, but only when he was asked to see Valeriya's children to Boreas had he ever gone so far from lands familiar to him.. and he had little interest in seeing much more beyond the places he'd been here, unless he had to. This stranger seemed friendly enough, politely pleasant.. though her words were a bit odd. A bit more philosophical than he tended to get - but he'd been in far worse company and he wasn't inclined to chase her off quite yet. And her observation brought a slight smirk to his lips. "Been keeping an eye on me, have you?" He raised a brow, his expression fading after a moment as she settled down a small distance from him. She was a pretty one, he'd give her that, and a sight for sore eyes after being a bit isolated as of late. His head tilted as he watched her speak. Her words were uncomfortably close to the truth, and he nearly frowned, but refrained himself from letting her see that she was even slightly close in her observations. "Perhaps," he said simply, falling silent for a moment. "Am I what you've been looking for? A scarred old wolf lying against a tree? Or perhaps the lake was what you've been longing for?" His words seem playful, despite his tone being relatively even and betraying little emotion. |
