Let My People Go

He flinched slightly at the touch of the boy, still jumpy from his battle and it stung like a bee to have them touched. He knew a bit of herbs, enough, but had no idea what to do with the lavender that was offered to him. He wrinkled his nose, it smelled like females and almost like a mother. He slightly remembered it being offered to Wren, but he wasn't focused on the herbs when his wife was giving birth. Revenge offered him little speech, which made him a bit nervous. Bass was one who liked to talk, and this silence would have made him shuffle on his paws if his left shoulder wasn't hurt. Sighing, he eyed the lavender again. "Do I... eat it?" He asked slowly. It smelled good, but he couldn't imagine that the tiny purple flowers would taste as good as it smelled. Blinking at the stem, he instead pulled his eyes up to the other when he offered a short bit of conversation. He said that his fathers name was Scorpion, but it didn't really ring any bells. Not that it really irked him, their family was so vast that he didn't even want to start to narrow it down. When he asked of homelands, he shook his head. He had heard of Uroril, but only enough to know the name. "No, me and most of my close blood relatives came from Ahlon. We left our parents and came to these lands when we were a year old, and our parents are over there still." Bass' lids grew heavy as a yawn broke his maw, but he wasn't leaving until Valentine and Rhythm came back. He would refuse to leave without her, and would sit here and bleed on his border all night if he had to.