Rory
"Caido," he said, his frazzled brain seizing onto the easiest thing to focus on. "This is Caido."
She was almost as tall as him, but that was not surprising: Caido offered them all a sparse and lean diet, and you could not eat dreams. Some had it better than others, of course, for such was the nature of humans. Some could—and chose to—take from others, to better their standing. To produce taller offspring, too. Rory watched her, somewhere halfway between a man and a deer, all slow blinks and one hand subconsciously tangled up in Bakshi's mane.
It wasn't a lie when his mind declared her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, though he placed no value on the notion, really, but he couldn't deny it—perhaps it was her breeding, or perhaps it was just whatever life she had lived previously, for there was a sort of radiance to her that he'd not quite seen before.
Slowly, Rory have his head a shake, as if to clear it. "I live here. I am from here. Are you from.. Northaven?" The name had an unfamiliar shape in his mouth.
She was almost as tall as him, but that was not surprising: Caido offered them all a sparse and lean diet, and you could not eat dreams. Some had it better than others, of course, for such was the nature of humans. Some could—and chose to—take from others, to better their standing. To produce taller offspring, too. Rory watched her, somewhere halfway between a man and a deer, all slow blinks and one hand subconsciously tangled up in Bakshi's mane.
It wasn't a lie when his mind declared her the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, though he placed no value on the notion, really, but he couldn't deny it—perhaps it was her breeding, or perhaps it was just whatever life she had lived previously, for there was a sort of radiance to her that he'd not quite seen before.
Slowly, Rory have his head a shake, as if to clear it. "I live here. I am from here. Are you from.. Northaven?" The name had an unfamiliar shape in his mouth.
