storm on the horizon

*Sota* · 06-16-2019, 06:29 PM

"If only," Sota sighed wistfully, though he didn't sound too completely downtrodden at the fact that he wasn't there still. Not because he didn't feel that way, he simply didn't feel like it was such a great idea to whine about it in front of someone who was largely a stranger - not that Sota was the type to really sulk in general. He'd made his choice to come to Boreas, and now he had to live with it. "I didn't exactly leave entirely of my own accord," he explained after a moment of thoughtful hesitation. Perhaps he was saying too much? Oh, well. The mood was a peaceful, serene one and he didn't see any harm in talking with her. "I - my friend came here chasing someone, and I didn't think it wise that he go on his own," he admitted tentatively. Surely Balsam knew exactly why he'd chased him, but he'd never admit why: that he thought his friend a touch too reckless, and on top of that he wasn't quite sure exactly who he was without him. Balsam bolstered him up when he needed a surge of confidence, and likewise he liked to imagine he kept Balsam from leaping before looking. At the end of the day, he knew the decision was one that laid entirely on his shoulders, not one he could blame anyone else for.

Briefly he thought back to when Eris had helped him navigate here, his mind landing on one thing she'd said - that she couldn't see. The storm had been strong, but even with the wind and rain whipping in his face he'd been able to see enough to get them to where she'd described. Apparently she'd needed his help to orient her, but he wouldn't dream of asking her what she'd meant by her words, not in a million years. Pointing out flaws wasn't something that settled well with her; humility was the Songa way, and making her somehow seem lesser wasn't something he dared do.

He sighed almost dreamily, lowering his head to his forepaws and peering at her through the dim light that filtered in. Though it wasn't yet night, the dark storm clouds that littered the sky made it appear as though it might as well be. She began to describe something from her own homeland, a tree called the Sword Tree that lost all its red leaves in a storm. A naked tree sounded like quite the sight, honestly, and Sota found his grin widening as he watched her speak. "It sounds beautiful," he murmured softly, instinctively wondering if this Sword Tree that she spoke of was suitable for climbing, or if it was like so many of the spindly trees he'd seen as of late. "What was so special about it? If you don't mind me asking, that is," Sota quickly clarified. It was hard for him to imagine any one tree being more special than all the rest, though he certain knew of types of trees he'd rank far above others...

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