Anthem trusted his family fully, and would gladly follow the lead of any of them -- perhaps even his cousins and aunts and uncles that he might not know well, and even the younger children would easily influence the man. He was truly an open slate, easy to manipulate and to change, no different than a child; but this also kept him gentle and meek. He was easy to please, and quick to anger, though he was often sensitive and prone to growing upset. Even still, his company was simple, and even now he found his grin growing at the mere prospect of spending time with Novella, like it was the greatest thing he had ever experienced.
He watched as she gestured to two different directions, giving him the option to chose whichever pleased him. He furrowed his brows, head cocking to the side as he weighed the options as though the decision truly mattered. To him, it was a highlight of this day, perhaps even his week or month -- and he didn't want to take it lightly. "This way," he told her surely, gesturing to the left with a flick of his head.
