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*Quintus* · (This post was last modified: 05-16-2014, 09:41 AM by Epiphron.)

When she returned, he was surprised to see a hint of emotion flash across the stoic girl's features. But the fact that she laughed was most surprising of all. His nose wrinkled, irritation apparent on his features. "Not funny," he retorted sharply, unamused as she implied that she might poison him another day... just not this one. "Don't think you'd be making a joke of that if you knew who my family is..." The Adravendis were powerful, and Quintus knew that. His uncle was a fearsome beast, or so he had been told; his family were scattered all over Alacritis, and he knew that hell would break loose if someone found out he'd been poisoned. But would they ever find out here? On a deserted island, away from most wolves? A sigh left his lips. He would have to put his trust in her, and hope that she wasn't nearly as cruel as that...

Quickly she became stoic again, and he finally dared to lean down and gingerly begin to chew some of the flowers. They tasted awful, and he found his brows creasing together as the bitterness filled his mouth. Finally he laid his head down on his good paw, avoiding moving the injured one or touching it at all.

She gave her name. Callisto. "Quintus Nero..." he offered, grumbling slightly. She was right -- she was the only help he had, and so far he hadn't choked to death on the plants she had given him, so he had to trust her at least somewhat. Even if he didn't want to. "...Adravendi-Mathias." Maybe it would be best for her to know his family name. Maybe she knew someone he was related to, or maybe not. At the very least, it sounded prestigious. Certainly more so than her name. "What the hell are you out here for, anyway?" He was grateful that she was, but what reason was there to come here besides being an idiot? His fatigued gaze watched her still, curious and irritated all the same.

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