brace for impact

It was unpleasant. Levi didn't like being closer to his family than he had to be, so a stranger was leagues worse. But he supposed he didn't really have much of a choice in this situation, unless he wished to head back outside and brave the elements for no good reason at all. It was better in here than out there, that was undeniable and with luck the freak weather would pass in time. The man was right in saying it had seemingly come from nowhere, tore out of the sky like Levi himself had said something insulting. Shifting further against the wall, so his spines clicked and scrapped against one another, he shrugged.

He doubted he was as well travelled as the stranger here, but even he seemed taken back by the turn of the weather. How rough and unforgiving the north was, compared to the south. Levi missed the warm waves, if he was being perfectly honest, mountain life wasn't to his tastes but he liked the forests well enough. Liked to climb and be tall, to look down and just observe the world below. There wasn't much to observe in here though, not with his fat white ass in the way.

"I think weather like this remains at the cost, it shouldn't stay in this spot for too long." Wind always seemed to be moving, going somewhere after all.  "Why are you here?"

In such close proximity he couldn't help but pick up the scent that lingered on the pale of his coat, not one he recognised but it was strong and present. More or less proving he wasn't a loner, that he belonged with other people elsewhere. Likely far from here. But where? Levi couldn't put a name to the scents, the flora and fauna unlike that of which called northern Boreas its home. Somewhere warmer then, probably.

So then he added. "Where are you from?"

Outside the wind continued to howl, shaking the trees and smashing the waves against the rocky shore. He wondered how bad it was at Soul Sand Cove, whether it was flooding, with the waves rolling up the territory, like the sea was claiming back what was owed. There would likely be some cleaning up to do, something for the slaves to amuses themselves with. Though why the Armada had them to begin with was a question in and of itself, wasn't everyone supposed to be strong? A warrior amongst warriors? Aside from his Mother, he guessed, she just...was.