Ignis seemed mildly caught off guard by his approach. The rapids were the sort of place wolves often went to sit and mull over their thoughts; Corvus was no exception, so he figured maybe his friend had been deep in thought too. Instead of replying in a similar fashion, he was simply silent, returning a smile that seemed clearly forced. Now that I can relate to, too. Corvus merely nodded as if in understanding, giving Ignis room to think before speaking. Hell, maybe he didn't want to talk at all. Corvus wouldn't blame him for that.
But finally he spoke up, and Corvus nodded slowly. "Yeah?" He asked conversationally, as if encouraging him to keep going, if he wanted to. Corvus had been there that day, and he'd heard Ignis shouting at someone who was apparently his brother, saying he was no better than their father. Who was his father, anyway? It struck him suddenly that he didn't know much about Ignis other than that he'd come to Abaven with his uncle when he was a kid - he'd never pressed him for more information. "What happened that day, anyway? I mean.. obviously I was there, but it was a little hard to follow." He forced a small grin of his own, hoping Ignis understood what he meant and might want to talk about it.
