All In All It's Just Another Brick In the Wall

Ruga raised a brow at Keahi as she made a comment about the frustrating lack of 'plowing' worthy individuals around here, tacking on a compliment about him being handsome. It pulled a salacious grin to his lips as he muttered, "Frustrating indeed." If nothing else Keahi had made him completely reconsider his first impressions of her and peeked his interest in a way that he hadn't had in quite some time. He got to work while they kicked off their game of sharing information and he glanced up at her as she spoke wistfully about her home island and how beautiful it was. Even just from the description alone he would have much rather been there than here and it made him want to ask why she didn't go back, but that wasn't part of the game, now was it?

He finished up digging one side of the trench to the right depth and was moving to the other side when Keahi spoke up with the next fact about herself, describing her family as 'wayfinders'. It sounded like a very peaceful, fun way of life, at least from the brief description she gave, and when he glanced up at her and saw her looking toward the sky for the stars she spoke about it made him wonder what it was like to have somewhere that you were so fond of and attached to that you would day dream about it like this. There were places he enjoyed being and he liked living in Armada well enough, but he couldn't say he had ever felt as attached to one place as Kaehi seemed to be to her home. It was an interesting difference between the wayfinder and the vagabond he supposed.

That put the ball back in his court for what to tell her while he continued to dig and she began to mortar together the stones she was laying. At first he struggled to think of something that stood out to him from his life that he could share. None of it really seemed as interesting to him as the canoe traveling, island hopping wayfinder, but maybe that was simply because he had lived it. There were plenty of stories about things he had created, battles he had witnessed, and places he had been, but those weren't really about him. He quickly realized this was one of the first times he was really being forced to talk about himself and he wasn't sure if he really enjoyed the self reflection it was causing.

Still, it seemed like she was being very genuine with him and sharing important things about herself and he wanted to return the favor—especially after the hard time he gave her to begin with. He didn't look up from his digging as he spoke once he did finally come up with something to share, not really caring to see her reaction when he said it since it wasn't something he really liked to discuss. "Even though I'm a blacksmith and my entire craft revolves around armor, weapons, and battle... I hate the wars I've contributed to. I know how to fight out of necessity and for protection, but I never actually want to hurt anyone. I left my family because they only focused on what they could gain from their skills and would just sell these deadly weapons indiscriminately, regardless of who's paws they were ending up in." He paused his digging, staring down at his paws for a moment before he glanced up, pointing a dirt covered paw at her. "But if you tell anyone I'll call you a liar."

"Ruga Amanto"