mary ate a little lamb

Tyrian wasn’t offended at his sudden thought in the least, in fact it seemed like his grin widened as his stormy eyes shifted to the langur’s stall and then back to his own icy gaze. The way he answered only encouraged the flush of red skin on his features and he averted his gaze bashfully to the platter of food their attention was returning to. He tried not to focus on the thought of where their night might lead for now, as Tyrian went on he mentioned how much time they’d have to decide.

Lach looked back up at Tyrian as he mentioned their lost conversation and made himself comfortable. Lach blushed some more, but now that they were kind of alone again he hadn’t really gained his normal color back. He settled close by and picked his own piece of lamb to enjoy before his gaze fluttered up to Tyr. He took in a steadying breath, trying to even remember why he’d been in the orchard besides his debating about trying to find the man before him once more. He honestly hadn’t thought he would see Tyrian again either, not after that night.

”I..” He didn’t want Tyrian to feel sorry for him, but he didn’t want to lie to him either. He tried to lay out the facets of his life that led him to the orchard. That he wanted to see him again. ”I’ve lost my home recently.” He didn’t know if Tyrian knew about Lirim’s collapse or not. ”Not that my paws haven’t always been restless but, I didn’t have anywhere else to be and I knew you were from Fireside…” Lachlan trailed off, the unspoken words hanging on his pale lips. ”So I poked that bear to get your attention.” He grinned playfully as the ache in his head reminded him of the disaster he could have faced today.