He was met with an understanding nod, and something like condolences. A verbal acknowledgement that perhaps boredom was a familiar state around here- at least for the pups of Pirate’s Plunder. The Praetor boy nodded in response to the other guy’s observance, certainly out of ideas for himself in solo endeavors. Rivin was usually the one to come up with the creative plans … not him. However, the introduction he offered was well met. Earning one back in return. “Nice to know you as well!” He responded with a smirk of his own. Amber eyes quickly shifted with the other boy's motion to the nearby macaw, which he nodded to in greeting as well. “And you too, Jolly Roger.” However, he was more puzzled than anything by the bird. One day, he would ask how Jack had managed such a company. But he felt that was a question for a different time.
Aresenn’s ears perked as Jack began running through a small list of ideas to get started. He wasn’t much of a competitive type. And he didn’t want to get too far away from home if Ignis came back with any news. He’d hunted plenty of the tide pools already this morning. “Ummmm …” His voice escaped as he thought. The fishing net sounded interesting, but he didn’t want to mess anything up. But fighting? He wrestled some here and there with his siblings. But there was no rhyme or reason to it. And again, father hadn’t been around much to really go through any of it. So he was curious as to what the other boy knew. “What do you know about fighting?” Aresenn asked. It was kind of naive of him in a sense. But he truly didn’t know much about it- he couldn’t help the next inquiry as it rolled off his tongue. “Is it hard?” It might have been silly to think that it was easy. But having never fought anyone, he honestly didn’t know.
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