wishin I weren't fishin

*Tyrian* · 06-06-2021, 01:31 PM

Check. As he had expected the man was a Destruction from Abaven. It was too easy a guess for Tyrian to consider it a win for his deductive skills, but his rightness amused him all the same. He was a simple man and he took pleasure in simple things.

The shy boy's manner wilted visibly with the news which caused his smug amusement to lose a bit of its shine. The corners of Tyrian's mouth depressed a little as he considered the mellow savior whose presence promised to pry him from the jaws of boredom. The last thing he wanted to do was drive him away and lose his chance at a respite. This fishing business was horribly tedious and Tyrian was almost willing to throw himself into the hunt for the bashful boy's mother to escape it. Almost. "Ah, cheer up, bud. If there's one thing I know about Boreas it's that there's no escaping family here. Sooner or later," he nodded meaningfully, "The missing ones will turn up. They always do."

Uncomfortable with polite platitudes and sadness, Tyrian cleared his throat and tried another angle. "Describe 'em, will ya? That way if I see one of 'em I can tell them uhhh..." Had this guy introduced himself? He hadn't, had he? "What's your name?"

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