Hold Steady
02-20-2014, 01:02 PM
He smiled when Rasia's sweet laugh reached his audits. He liked to make people laugh, to brighten the mood. That seemed to be a natural talent that both he and his brother possessed. The ability to make people laugh and make them happier. A talent that he was glad of. As Rasia began to speak of what was going on he nodded. Numbers are good. a simple answer, but an honest one. Numbers were good. More people to hunt, and if need be, fight with them. He did like to fight, but he did not want war. It was simply to catastrophic. Sure he liked a little chaos here and there, but he would never wish such destruction and loss of life upon anyone. Not even his worst nemesis. He was beginning to sweat with the heat. God he hated the middle of summer. Spring and autumn were his favourites. Not too hot and not too cold. He continued alongside Rasia, waiting for her to signal that they were near.
"Speech."