ode to sad disco

She shook her head resignedly, explaining again with a somewhat saddening choice of words. ”Oh,” Nagendra said, sounding again sorry. Lost children and parted families were certainly a sad thing; he could only be glad that his parting with his family was willing. It was also at that moment that he would note that this female must’ve been around his age. Were wolves his age already having families? Hm. He was inwardly amused, only for the fact that he seemed to be getting left behind in section of the game of life that he didn’t exactly feel like participating in.

The female would then introduce herself with a name that he would cock his head to, arching a brow and looking thoroughly puzzled. ”Rainbow… Syndrome,” he repeated, half questioning. It sounded like a disease, and perhaps a tad literal. He blinked then, too polite to ask about anything. He smiled again, the gesture soft on his lean face. ”My name is Nagendra Bahri. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Have you been here long?” He was always interested to find other newcomers.