i wanna be loud in silence

It would seem, then, that his entertainment for the day would find its way to him. Cyrill is not at all a creature of subtleties or quiet natures, and he makes his way onto the scene while following the border of the winding river, a scowl drawn across his face. His eyes are scanning the water, even as he weaves through the cattails with a surprising grace....and confidence. He does not stop, is not cowed even by the threat of larger creatures that may be watching from the distance. The sharpness of his gaze pinpoints a singular thing beneath the surface of the water, and he shamelessly delves in with a loud SPLASH--perhaps louder than the action requires, but bombast is something as second nature to him as breathing. It is not fish he seeks, but the seaweed within, some sort of underwater greenery that is slippery and wet and difficult to grasp. And yet, he is ever so determined to pull it free, for these strange bits of freshwater weeds and reeds are a vital ingredient in several poultices and antibiotics.



He perchances to lift his head from the water to breathe in, greedily swallowing another lungful of air as he prepares to dive back down again when the water-logged form of the other moves in his peripherals and his attention snaps away, his ears flattened so sharp against his skull that he could have appeared as sleek as a sea-wolf. ...Or otter. Well, it just seemed that hoping for a day of solitude wasn't going to be in his stars. What the hell ever. "You there." he barks, his voice just as sharp as the glint of his teeth,"Make yourself useful if you're going to be in the vicinity for a while. Do you know what Lavender looks like?" A valid question, as he doesn't trust the observational skills of the common masses.