well howdy-doo
Alarr
07-25-2020, 01:20 PM
Tyrian was on a fact finding mission. Recently he'd accepted a self characterized "friend" of Alarr's and he was eager to find out more information on the matter. Namely, what motives would compel a girl to leave her family pack for a boy. Because while he could think of a few motivating factors, bards would never grow tired of singing about the one he was thinking of. Tyrian was hesitant to label anything love - that just seemed too serious and mushy - but he'd happily call his theory a 'crush'. Of course he had very little to base this theory on; just a nagging feeling and - really - the desire to tease his brother over the matter.
But where oh where had Alarr gone. Tyrian was quietly picking through the Range in search of him. He knew he had to be around somewhere but he was hesitant to call for him lest he pique their father's curiosity. The old man's scent was in the area too and he didn't want their father to hog the interrogation if he caught wind of what Tyrian was insinuating and/or chase the lovebird off by coming on too strong. Which, knowing Valentine, he would. And that would be a shame.
He stopped and squinted at the rundown barn, trying to see if he could pick out Alarr among the deep shadows. His brother was around somewhere. He knew that much.
But where oh where had Alarr gone. Tyrian was quietly picking through the Range in search of him. He knew he had to be around somewhere but he was hesitant to call for him lest he pique their father's curiosity. The old man's scent was in the area too and he didn't want their father to hog the interrogation if he caught wind of what Tyrian was insinuating and/or chase the lovebird off by coming on too strong. Which, knowing Valentine, he would. And that would be a shame.
He stopped and squinted at the rundown barn, trying to see if he could pick out Alarr among the deep shadows. His brother was around somewhere. He knew that much.
