Scattered Thoughts

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He had followed her after the strange meeting with the cherry man, and he had not spoken since, letting himself find comfort in silence - his thoughts churning all the while. Why had she gotten so close to him? Did she care for him? Was he really the infamous Isardis like he had assumed? There was something about his scent that was similar to Sibelle's own, which made the situation all the more perplexing. It would seem that the duo didn't have a set destination in mind - although Sibelle could be leading them just about anywhere. So long as Aeron could get back to the mountains to head north from time to time, he was content. The grassy plains were a ways off from the volcanic mountain that they had been on before, but it was a closer territory than many others that weren't a part of Alacritia's mountains themselves.


He would stop, the dry grasses tickling his legs and ankles, and his gaze would settle on Sibelle as he wanted her to stop as well. He could not let his thoughts dominate his mind any longer, and there was something frustrating about it all that had flowed through him and rendered him unable to ignore it any longer. With the sour feeling bubbling over, he would speak, his gentle tones taking a quiet edge as he let free his bark. "Who was he?" It was not a request, as most of his words were. Sibelle was important to him, she was different, she was his lady in red and he wouldn't have her sliding her figure and twining her fur and feeling the warmth of anyone but...


him?


With a small shuddered breath he would drop his gaze to the ground, watching a snake slither by - he must have scared the creature. "I... don't like him." It wasn't really the other male's fault, he hadn't done anything particularly wrong, but in the young male's mind he was guilty by association.