The More The Merrier
07-24-2014, 05:42 PM
He had finally found his mother. And though he wasn't reunited with his father, it was enough. He worried of why Maverick and Epiphron had gone separate ways, but his mother insured that they would be together soon. He had met up of Arian, and soon Isolde. Isolde had come to see mother as well as Finiarel, so he would see them soon enough. Now that his worry was set aside, he had thought of one thing: Titania. He surely didn't have strong feelings for the girl, but definitely a friendship. And he would take it to heart. He remembered she had told him of her home in the willows, and so he thought it would bee a good time to visit her. He would step into the forest of weeping trees, taking in the different scents of wolves who had been here, and probably the ones that actually lived here as well. Titania's scent was strong, freshly brought to the land as the wind turned him in her direction. But he would stop, spying the dark fae and then seeing the white man standing beside her. The thought that this brute could have been one of the wolves that resided with her slipped his mind, but he was sure it was not Dusk. The two didn't have much of a structure similarity, but the man seemed older than her. He would stay still, almost thinking of turning and leaving but he reconsidered believing that he wouldn't stir up too much trouble. He approached the two, eyeing Titania as he made his presence known. A tiny curl would pull at his maw, but came straight as he stopped in front of her. Only then would he look to the male almost questioning his presence but not to be brutal. Caeto held his neck low, as he always did, which made an impression that he wasn't here to harm. Hopefully the male would understand that. Walk "Talk" Think |
