Until The Madness Ends
Artorias
Bloodletter
07-12-2022, 08:27 AM
As Artorias welcomed him further on the lands, Balthier left the raft where it was, the shore wouldn't wash up enough to lose it out at sea again. He would take note as he mentioned the shimmering shore, but he'd take care of it later.
He stayed quiet as Artorias explained the territories and offered the pack resources in his time here. The thought of wine of course caught his interest immediately, but he wouldn't act so. He wanted to put out a good impression as best he could. He just gave a gentle nod every so often, and when Artorias gave him the offers he let out a gentle, "Thank you."
They neared the castle walls, at least in sight and Baltheir would still keep his quiet demeanor. He did think of his days in Abaven when Artorias mentioned him helping teach the wolves of The Hallows in fighting or his other more tuned skills which of course was more hunting for him. Just the quick thought of his father teaching him, or going out on hunts with Corvus. He tried not to think too hard about the childhood in Abaven, but the subtle memories were there as were the times he had been here in The Hallows.
As they stopped and Artorias had said he didn't want to overload him with too much, Balthier smiled gently, "I assure you aren't. I know a little of the pack, I've visited before." His gaze moved out towards the castle as that smile carefully faded. His paw pointed out towards the outskirts of the castle lands in the treelines surrounding, "My mother is buried outside the castle walls."
"Balthier"
He stayed quiet as Artorias explained the territories and offered the pack resources in his time here. The thought of wine of course caught his interest immediately, but he wouldn't act so. He wanted to put out a good impression as best he could. He just gave a gentle nod every so often, and when Artorias gave him the offers he let out a gentle, "Thank you."
They neared the castle walls, at least in sight and Baltheir would still keep his quiet demeanor. He did think of his days in Abaven when Artorias mentioned him helping teach the wolves of The Hallows in fighting or his other more tuned skills which of course was more hunting for him. Just the quick thought of his father teaching him, or going out on hunts with Corvus. He tried not to think too hard about the childhood in Abaven, but the subtle memories were there as were the times he had been here in The Hallows.
As they stopped and Artorias had said he didn't want to overload him with too much, Balthier smiled gently, "I assure you aren't. I know a little of the pack, I've visited before." His gaze moved out towards the castle as that smile carefully faded. His paw pointed out towards the outskirts of the castle lands in the treelines surrounding, "My mother is buried outside the castle walls."
