The sort of folk 'round here
Luns!
12-21-2022, 07:59 PM
So the man, Álarr Imperialis, was a packmate, one of Avalon’s own. He was a healer, and that information gave Sans the information he needed to relax. His gaze flicked to the fire as the other male said that, so long as it was contained and treated with respect, it should remain in the fire ring. He had only ever seen fire as a destructive force, and seeing it contained as it was… well, was curious. He drew closer, inspecting the ring of stones that seemed to contain the flames. So long as he didn’t get too close he was sure the fire wouldn’t try to lick and burn him. Green eyes shifted back to Álarr then. “Sanctus Bellator, ‘unter of Avalon.” He spoke his name and profession in return. “Is good to meet a packmate, y’know? I’ve been tryin’ to focus on building fences for the animals, though t’is slow goin’.” He was sure that the flocks would need a much larger space to roam, not to mention shelters from the wind and other weather. Especially with it approaching winter. “Yer hurt.” Sans noticed. “‘ow’d it happen?” "Talk," 'Think.' |