storm on the horizon

*Sota* · 06-22-2019, 09:23 PM

Eris quickly spoke up, admitting she hadn't left of her own accord either. How strange indeed! The truth was, he'd never blame Balsam for his coming here. If he'd even told his friend of his plan, surely he would've assured him that he'd be fine on his own, and that Sota should stay home where he was comfortable. But he'd felt a nagging need to follow him and make sure he was alright - and now he was learning that others had left, too, including Velvette and her brother Ramesh. The choice had been his and his alone, and he certainly wasn't about to lament over it with a stranger.. especially not when things were going pretty well for him so far.

It was somewhat comforting to know Eris had been following someone, too, though it sounded as though she'd been left behind. In a way, Sota probably would've been left behind too... Balsam had been more interested in following Velvette than anything, and he wondered now if he'd even thought to invite him. Would he have left him back home, too? It made him feel better to think that maybe Balsam had just known he'd always follow him. "He's... around still. Chasing a girl," Sota explained, grinning slightly. He wouldn't explain their tradition of collecting trophies, that would certainly be too much information. "Trying to impress her," he added hastily, wondering if his explanation sounded foolish. He understood why Balsam was doing what he was, but... he just couldn't relate to his feelings for her. He had friends he'd gladly chase after, but not to win their affections or any sentiment like that.

He was far more interested in this tree she spoke of than in sharing any of his woes, and his eyes widened as she began to describe it to him. "It sounds like a wonderful place," he admitted, his smile soft and appreciative. He couldn't fully relate to focusing on just one single tree so heavily - trees were an integral part of the culture of his people, but he knew now that most wolves didn't feel the same way. So for Eris to admit something like this, he couldn't help but feel like she might be sort of a kindred spirit.. and the mention of warriors only further proved that. The Soundless were a different sort of warrior, though, far from the traditional type.. but it was something, wasn't it? "It makes sense," he told her, nodding gently. Perhaps he couldn't understand the intricacies of her culture, but he got a general picture of it, and he couldn't help but want more. "What sort of warrior were you?" He asked her curiously, raising a brow slightly. She was young, sure, but he knew that didn't mean everything; perhaps she had started some kind of warrior training before leaving home?

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