FOX
"It doesn't seem to have done either of you any harm," Fox says with a wry smile, of Boreal and Tal having been together for so long. Finally stepping up and onto the dirt track which doubles as solid ground, the hunter takes a second to check himself over and stamp the worst of the muck from his (completely ruined but oh well) boots, before picking up his pace to catch up with the courier.
His brow furrows at the mention of the portals - he hadn't been sad to see them go - before the expression morphs into something more like curiosity. "A skyboat? I see them going over towards the Greatwood sometimes," he says. "Never been on one, though." But who knows - maybe that will change, as long as the Ancients don't find a way to make pariahs of themselves.
"I think I'd like to one day," he says slowly, of leaving the Grounds. "There's a whole world out there I haven't seen. But things can still be dangerous here, so it would feel wrong to leave the people one hunter down."
His brow furrows at the mention of the portals - he hadn't been sad to see them go - before the expression morphs into something more like curiosity. "A skyboat? I see them going over towards the Greatwood sometimes," he says. "Never been on one, though." But who knows - maybe that will change, as long as the Ancients don't find a way to make pariahs of themselves.
"I think I'd like to one day," he says slowly, of leaving the Grounds. "There's a whole world out there I haven't seen. But things can still be dangerous here, so it would feel wrong to leave the people one hunter down."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
