way down south

*Kyarst* · 02-21-2014, 08:05 PM

His mystery was somewhat unknown to him, but deep down he had reservations about telling her too much information. Perhaps it was bred into him, perhaps just instinct, whatever the case - his thought first name ought to sate her curiosities for now. Emerald pools would flicker to eyes of gold, locking there in efforts to stop looking as if he were memorizing her features. She quipped a quick pleasantry, to which he would dip his head robotically. There was no use in responding, at least not in his eyes. His father might be artful of tongue, but he hadn't picked up the long-winded phrases as part of his own vocabulary - not yet, anyway. It seemed, as she told him, she was seeking out a place to nap. Apparently the river she lived near was too loud for her to sleep at home. He articulated that she must have just moved near the river, or else she'd be used to it by now. So where had she come from? It seemed Anais was full of mysteries herself. So you live nearby? he would query without reservation - unaware as to how prying he was. As if practiced, the damsel would turn the question on him, and he would find himself searching for a proper response. It took him only a moment, perhaps two - though not longer than usual - to respond. Just exploring. The scenery of home is nothing special anymore, I wanted to see the rest of what the world has out there. The thin skin atop the bridge of his muzzle wrinkled as he cast his gaze over the plateau, But this is even more boring than home. He snorted, frustrated, and returned his gaze to her golden spectacles. Isn't there anything exciting to explore around here? If she lived nearby perhaps she knew of somewhere, or perhaps she might offer to lead him to the river she knew about. Anything would beat the barren wasteland they'd stumbled upon.

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way down south

Kyarst