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ft. eliphas
09-24-2019, 11:30 AM
Eliphas was not raised in the Klein culture, where close relatives often had relations or married one another. The thought was to keep the bloodline pure, albinism was sought after not shunned. Affection freely given to your kin, but Eli was raised far away from the main bulk of Klein wolves. He was brought up in the ways of his druidic father, primal but honor bound. There weren’t many large gatherings of wolves to learn from. The young mystic enjoyed her company and the warmth she provided.
Zola seemed unamused by the snow and though she believed him she needed to know the why of it. Eliphas shrugged as he contemplated his answer. ”Water turns solid when its cold. Rivers stop, lakes turn into huge flat fields. I suppose this is what a frozen water droplet looks like.” His bicolored gaze turned up to the sky as the precipitation fell. ”So it doesn’t snow where you’re from?” He questioned her as he turned his gaze back to her close features.
Zola seemed unamused by the snow and though she believed him she needed to know the why of it. Eliphas shrugged as he contemplated his answer. ”Water turns solid when its cold. Rivers stop, lakes turn into huge flat fields. I suppose this is what a frozen water droplet looks like.” His bicolored gaze turned up to the sky as the precipitation fell. ”So it doesn’t snow where you’re from?” He questioned her as he turned his gaze back to her close features.