BEFORE IT BREAKS YOU
07-07-2014, 09:27 PM
It was strange to have such a candid conversation with a near stranger. The last time he had truly spoken to another, he'd swam to an island in the middle of a storm, and the girl that had patched him up had hardly been pleasant. It was refreshing to speak to someone new, though he found it difficult to not be overly standoffish. She explained that she was merely passing through here to find herbs -- of course. He scoffed inwardly. As if she would be stupid enough to search for anything here. His head would tilt further as she spoke. She had left home, too; he fought the sudden urge to tell her what had happened to his parents, how they had grown bitter and depressed, how they had slipped from the thrones without even a struggle. Quintus sighed at the thought. And now, here this woman was, offering him another home; just as Erani had. The instability of his life was frustrating, and he couldn't help but wonder if this would be a bad decision. "Uh.. sure," he said casually, shrugging his shoulders dramatically. He had wanted to fit in to the Valhallan pack, but he had never fully integrated himself. He doubted it would be different here, but it wouldn't hurt to try. "I've never heard of Abaven. Must be a new pack?" Not that he knew of every pack in the land, but word had seemed to travel fast to Valhalla, and he was fine with pretending that he knew more than he really did. |