fishing with grandpa

N/A · 11-03-2014, 11:12 PM

Kylar would only have to wait a moment before he would hear a rustle and the black and white speckled boy would slowly trudge out of the den looking a big bedraggled. Immediately Kylar's head would tip and he would frown as he eyed the smaller male. He didn't speak and for a moment Kylar would stand and study the boy before sighing and jerking his head in a motion for Amarant to follow him. The massive male would turn, walking slowly so that the boy would not have to rush and could relax. "I thought maybe? We could go fishing. Have you ever been?" He asked easily, trying to ease the boy out of his shell and get him to chat a bit. He would sigh, leading the boy along for another moment before he would attempt it again. "How are you settling in? You look... Tired?" He was struggling for words, trying to dredge them up after months of living in almost complete silence. He didn't speak much, not since Maia's death especially. And now here he was. Looking at her eyes in the body of this child. He had to try.

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