CHULANE
"Mm," he mumbles his agreement to her statement about privacy, wondering if she had read his mind, unlocked those deeper dreams and hopes he had held for himself before he had been plucked from one icy plain to another. He had always wanted to build a life for himself, to settle and do good for whatever community he lived in. And in his mind's eye, what he had always imagined was that he would share that home with a faceless someone, an unknown entity, an ingredient he had yet to find - until now? But perhaps his grief addled, tired mind was overthinking, busily roving down all sorts of different trails, after having been caught up in a spin of dragons and loss, death and destruction.
He would give her the world if she asked it of him.
"Heh," a laugh that is nothing more than a huff of air escapes his lips as he shakes his head at her questions, asking him to clarify, for he had not been specific enough. "I hope to hear about all of them, eventually," he matches her soft smile, feeling the tension within him slowly leak away, as her mere presence has its effect on him. He accepted a sip from his cup, some vague amusement rising in the back of his mind as he notices that a rather large portion of it appears to have be drunk already. But he is only gladder still for it, as he handed it back to her, the whiskey warming him as it hit his stomach.
"Which do you think of as home?" he asked softly, hoping his question didn't cause her unnecessary pain as she might reflect on her past, on a place that was either no longer accessible to her, or one with a hard, hurtful history.
He would give her the world if she asked it of him.
"Heh," a laugh that is nothing more than a huff of air escapes his lips as he shakes his head at her questions, asking him to clarify, for he had not been specific enough. "I hope to hear about all of them, eventually," he matches her soft smile, feeling the tension within him slowly leak away, as her mere presence has its effect on him. He accepted a sip from his cup, some vague amusement rising in the back of his mind as he notices that a rather large portion of it appears to have be drunk already. But he is only gladder still for it, as he handed it back to her, the whiskey warming him as it hit his stomach.
"Which do you think of as home?" he asked softly, hoping his question didn't cause her unnecessary pain as she might reflect on her past, on a place that was either no longer accessible to her, or one with a hard, hurtful history.
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
