A feast to be had

Quote:She spoke, and he found that he was hooked on her words - each syllable a reminder and more beautiful than any of the speech (or lack thereof) that he had surrounded himself with as of late. Perhaps she was right, and hunting was art, but in his eyes she was strung together more beautifully than even her words. Appreciative, admiring, but at a year old it went no further than that despite her obvious femininity. Perhaps that would never change, so stunted in emotional and social growth that the young male seemed to be. He should have been intimidated, yet he stared idly at the female's bloodstained maw, expressionless, yet completely fixated.

"Je n'ai pas d'a?n?s, seulement ma soeur." Silana should be in northern lands, wandering not too far away from him. He would bring her something to eat if he could, but the hares were getting springier as they grew thinner - they were getting to be less and less of a meal. And then he couldn't help but wonder why she wanted to know who he stayed with. Was she worried about a stranger? Put off by a skinny boy staring at she and her meal so intensely? It was hard for the skinny male to understand the thoughts and actions of others, but he took each one as a lesson learned.

"I am Aeron." He said, the same way that he had spoken to Taurig, to Hajime, to Basilisk. Although he didn't feel for this woman the way that he did for his sister, he wanted to be polite. Something had stirred just enough for him to strain to be on his best behavior - even though he wasn't sure just what that entailed. Perhaps it was because she was guarding what could be an easy meal, perhaps it was because she herself was unlike anyone he had ever met before, and so far he couldn't help but be impressed.