Making Friends Is New

Thankfully his parents weren’t the type to force him into anything. They may have been slightly disappointed he wasn’t as highly skilled as his siblings but they would never mention it. Or make him do anything he had no desire to. Like fighting, he’d never shown any interest in the skill and however much his parents would be delighted he was ready to defend their home that just wasn’t his desire. Making good food and opening up their hearth and home? Silas was all about that. He was so glad that Lumine was enjoying the jerky that he helped to make, the feeling was unlike anything he’d ever known.

"It’s good to meet you, too." Silas returned and the two of them settled in around the provided feast. She complemented him and Silas tried to brush it off, but it really made him feel good. It was one thing being complimented by your family, a whole different one when it was a near stranger. "Well, thank you." He grinned sheepishly as she scanned the festival and glanced at Artorias. They did look somewhat similar but Silas took more after his Fatalis side.

"This particular festival is a once a year thing." He explained easily enough, but it didn’t make him any more used to it. "There are other gatherings throughout the year, but this is the big one." Silas went on, "Not enough for me to feel completely comfortable around all of these wolves." The Carpathian admitted softly.

"Speech"