wicked games

*Lark* · 04-06-2015, 10:48 AM

While his straightforward nature could easily come across as rude, he was simply brash -- not to mention stubborn, and fiercely protective of his family. It struck him as strange at the number of self-professed family and family friends that his father had, that he had never really seen before. Lark narrowed his eyes instinctively as he studied this man named Quelt. If not for the light scent of Abaven that clung to his pelt, he likely would've already called for his father about this unfamiliar man. But he had no reason to do so, it seemed.

"I guess," he'd reply a bit dismissively. "Who went missing?" It had to have been someone pretty important to make him leave Abaven for so long, right? He stretched his limbs subtly as he shifted his weight from one side of his body to the other, eying Quelt still a bit unsurely. "I was thinking of trying to cross, but it seems dangerous," he'd offer, testing him. If he truly was a good friend of his father's, how might he react to his admission that he wanted to do something that could potentially hurt him? Still he lingered a bit closer to the rapids, shifting to eye the flowing water with interest.

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