DISTANCE & MEANING
07-19-2014, 05:59 PM
Quintus watched as Bass's nerves slowly ebbed away, fading like ice might thaw beneath the spring sun. It seemed that Abaven's leader had simply been given respect by his peers, rather than rightfully earning it -- though the yearling would not fault him for that, for he had never earned much of anything himself. Still his sea-green gazed watched at the reactions Bass displayed plainly on his features, chuckling only in his head for how frustrated he seemed at the fact that his sister had brought someone home. It wasn't like they'd done anything at all, although she'd made some kind of flirtatious gesture toward him. Of course, this was unfamiliar territory to him, and he had next to zero idea of how to proceed -- if at all. "Thanks," he said simply, his voice genuine, though his manner of speaking was lax as usual. "I'll do that." He'd have to train, or try to spar, or something like that... he had no clue how he'd fare in such things, but he figured he ought to learn some kind of skill, since he was growing confident that he couldn't depend on anyone but himself. He was less concerned about where he would make his den; perhaps Harmony would assist him? He offered a nod to Bass, truly thankful for letting him into his pack, though in his mind he wondered if this would be his home for long at all. Time seemed so fleeting, life so apt to destructive change -- he didn't expect stability here, even if it seemed like Abaven was promising. "Perhaps Harmony could help familiarize me with the lands?" he suggested idly, shrugging, as though it didn't matter either way. "Unless she has something else to do." |
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