Trek Lightly
07-24-2013, 05:02 AM
Aeron's lips twitched as the other called his name stupid. Well fine, that meant that he would keep it and wouldn't have to give it away. He blinked at the other though, wondering just what about it that he considered to be dumb sounding, his mother had named him afterall. She was gone, he had no qualms with giving it away, but he was curious as to why it wouldn't be considered just as much a name as any other name. The other seemed angry, the way that his eyes were so subtly narrowed, and he the sharp way that he spoke and enunciated gave that much away. The younger male wondered idly what was bothering him, but honestly he didn't care to touch upon the subject if it was something that he didn't want to talk about.
"Basilisk." The boy repeated, his name flowing effortlessly from his lips. And after testing it, he paused a moment, taking it to think, before nodding. The other's name was more pleasing to the tongue, he could understand why he didn't want to be Aeron. He eyed him somewhat curiously, wondering what happened now that they knew each other's names. The other had seemed pretty intent on knowing his immediately... but nothing really seemed to change. Perhaps knowledge was important to the rather rude boy before him...
Her scent was slightly more subtle than that of the large brute that he was conversing with. He froze, not believing that she could be here of all places, or rather, that she could be anywhere at all. His family had gone without a trace, had vanished and returned and then obliterated the hope that they could be his again with Luce's most recent departure. Aeron would have assumed that it was a trick, a cruel ploy, that his sister couldn't truly be standing beside him, yet it seemed that she was not a specter or a hoax of his own mind. Basilisk could see her too...
"Silana..." He muttered, and although his heart did not begin to race, nor his spirits lift in seeing her once more, he could feel her beside him. She was warm, she was there, and he pressed beside her and sighed. "Ma s?ur, o? avez-vous ?t??" His voice was devoid of emotion, detatched, but silken all the same. Having her here changed something, perhaps everything - yet he did not know exactly what. He was still lost... but perhaps now he was not lost alone?
Knowing that his sister's answer would be simplistic, silent, he would let himself look back up at the older male, his ears giving a subtle twitch atop his head. "Why do you need to know? What changes through knowing another's name?" There was no anger or snark to the boy's question, he was honestly curious.
"Basilisk." The boy repeated, his name flowing effortlessly from his lips. And after testing it, he paused a moment, taking it to think, before nodding. The other's name was more pleasing to the tongue, he could understand why he didn't want to be Aeron. He eyed him somewhat curiously, wondering what happened now that they knew each other's names. The other had seemed pretty intent on knowing his immediately... but nothing really seemed to change. Perhaps knowledge was important to the rather rude boy before him...
Her scent was slightly more subtle than that of the large brute that he was conversing with. He froze, not believing that she could be here of all places, or rather, that she could be anywhere at all. His family had gone without a trace, had vanished and returned and then obliterated the hope that they could be his again with Luce's most recent departure. Aeron would have assumed that it was a trick, a cruel ploy, that his sister couldn't truly be standing beside him, yet it seemed that she was not a specter or a hoax of his own mind. Basilisk could see her too...
"Silana..." He muttered, and although his heart did not begin to race, nor his spirits lift in seeing her once more, he could feel her beside him. She was warm, she was there, and he pressed beside her and sighed. "Ma s?ur, o? avez-vous ?t??" His voice was devoid of emotion, detatched, but silken all the same. Having her here changed something, perhaps everything - yet he did not know exactly what. He was still lost... but perhaps now he was not lost alone?
Knowing that his sister's answer would be simplistic, silent, he would let himself look back up at the older male, his ears giving a subtle twitch atop his head. "Why do you need to know? What changes through knowing another's name?" There was no anger or snark to the boy's question, he was honestly curious.
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