Peter
While he waited for a response, at least one beyond being looked at, Peter sized up the other man. Thin, not naturally, but by malnutrition or something else, and tall, real tall, not just tall to him. Tall like Zariah and Edrei and Adam were, but without the imposing presence or charisma.
With a cock of his head, and a wary gaze thrown at the trees around them, Peter nodded. He was no threat, just some guy, training, or working something out, and Peter was less than interested in him. His own fingers itched to get back to his training, but, just before he could say something, the other man spoke again, trapping him for a while longer.
For a moment, the name Loren was nothing more than strangely familiar. He had heard it, had to have, but... where? Why did it inspire such a strange anxiety in him? Then, it clicked. ”The missing one.” He whispered the words, more to himself than anything, and looked over Loren with a newly critical eye.
He didn’t look particularly strong, something Peter was a little excited about. Perhaps he’d actually be above someone. Never mind the fact that he was one of the last members of the family left. There was a sure fire way to know for sure where they stood in relation to each other, something so simple yet effective.
”I was... I was doing the same thing you are.” Peter answered, gesturing towards the staff. ”I’m Peter. We... we could spar, um... together.” Just first name would give him some anonymity, or at least he was hoping. Peter thought the offer might be better recurved if it didn’t seem like an immediate comparison.
With a cock of his head, and a wary gaze thrown at the trees around them, Peter nodded. He was no threat, just some guy, training, or working something out, and Peter was less than interested in him. His own fingers itched to get back to his training, but, just before he could say something, the other man spoke again, trapping him for a while longer.
For a moment, the name Loren was nothing more than strangely familiar. He had heard it, had to have, but... where? Why did it inspire such a strange anxiety in him? Then, it clicked. ”The missing one.” He whispered the words, more to himself than anything, and looked over Loren with a newly critical eye.
He didn’t look particularly strong, something Peter was a little excited about. Perhaps he’d actually be above someone. Never mind the fact that he was one of the last members of the family left. There was a sure fire way to know for sure where they stood in relation to each other, something so simple yet effective.
”I was... I was doing the same thing you are.” Peter answered, gesturing towards the staff. ”I’m Peter. We... we could spar, um... together.” Just first name would give him some anonymity, or at least he was hoping. Peter thought the offer might be better recurved if it didn’t seem like an immediate comparison.
I don't wanna live that way
I do not wanna live in pain
I do not wanna live in pain
