The tongs were well and good miniature weapons; he liked to listen to the clanging back and forth before they ultimately had to put them to proper use. But his brow arched as her voice took on another quality, glancing upwards as the laughter faded, died off, and then it was a bunch of statements meant to delude or terrify.
It occurred to the youth, very briefly, how odd it was that two individuals had now shown him strange, aggressive notions when he’d done nothing except for exhibiting kindness and amiability. First Marcus, and now this one – though the hybrid had goaded, and the older girl just seemed either intent on scaring or warning him, and he wasn’t sure which. Alas, she wouldn’t be getting any rise out of him; intertwining his father’s mask of indifference and his mother’s, and Amham’s, knowledge of plants long since instilled within. Not that he was wholly experienced like them (at all), but certainly had heard enough of the way vegetation could maim or tame. “And sometimes you can use them to heal,” he shrugged, recalling various lessons on levels of certain balms and herbs. He’d be asking for further insight after this conversation though. “I doubt they’d put stuff out to poison everyone,” came along his lines of innocence.
The sway of her personality was befuddling, and he gave her a one more confused glance before shaking his head, moving onwards and further down the table, slightly, purposefully, away from her. Deciding now that he was filling this plate, he would need a second one to divide and conquer for both his dad and himself, he began rearranging portions, then went towards the bread area.
It occurred to the youth, very briefly, how odd it was that two individuals had now shown him strange, aggressive notions when he’d done nothing except for exhibiting kindness and amiability. First Marcus, and now this one – though the hybrid had goaded, and the older girl just seemed either intent on scaring or warning him, and he wasn’t sure which. Alas, she wouldn’t be getting any rise out of him; intertwining his father’s mask of indifference and his mother’s, and Amham’s, knowledge of plants long since instilled within. Not that he was wholly experienced like them (at all), but certainly had heard enough of the way vegetation could maim or tame. “And sometimes you can use them to heal,” he shrugged, recalling various lessons on levels of certain balms and herbs. He’d be asking for further insight after this conversation though. “I doubt they’d put stuff out to poison everyone,” came along his lines of innocence.
The sway of her personality was befuddling, and he gave her a one more confused glance before shaking his head, moving onwards and further down the table, slightly, purposefully, away from her. Deciding now that he was filling this plate, he would need a second one to divide and conquer for both his dad and himself, he began rearranging portions, then went towards the bread area.
erebos
and then we dream so much
