Berries & Brambles
07-06-2021, 04:00 PM
thinking "speech" "others" Every other moment, he expected to find himself feeling something for the lands where he'd grown up. The strange emptiness that had taken root between his ribs once he found out Agria was dead seemed to settle further into his bones with every passing hour. As he skirted around brambles and idly chewed the pathetic bud of cannabis he'd managed to scrounge up that day, he caught sight of a vaguely familiar figure. Cerulean gaze squeezed tight against the sun, he plodded closer. Oh, it was his aunt. Or.. was she his cousin? the family was so immense, with so many offshoots and branches, he wasn't entirely certain what her relation was. Part of him was amazed to find her alive and well, though he did recall her tendency to defy expectation and warp reality to her will. The things that stick with you from childhood. "Glad to see some of the old guard stuck around," he commented upon his approach, spitting the eviscerated wad of cannabis back and over his shoulder. He wasn't interested in offending her with the smell of it or the sound of his chewing. Most of the effects had already kicked in anyways, and he felt a looseness in his joints and the beginnings of a haze within the confines of his skull. "it's good to see you, Aunt Pyralis." he rumbled warmly, trying to play off the outright guess at their relationship. When in doubt, go with something vague. |
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