{OPEN} {SE} sing a happy tune

OLIVER

Within the eye, mysteries of the soul burn deeply beneath the fiery chasms of love

and patiently wait for an awakening

The blonde boy tilts his head at her comment, clearly confused. The sun wasn't their friend? But wasn't the sun a good thing? Seeing as when they didn't have the sun, that meant there was darkness. Did these people know how to deal with LongNight? Could they potentially be able to help the Hollowed Ground learn how to better deal with the darkness? "Why do you say it's not your friend? Isn't light better than absolute darkness? It's also much warmer when we have sun, so do you guys simply prefer the cold?" He wasn't trying to be rude, he was just completely lost on what she was saying. How could someone prefer no sun?

Tapping his fingers on his legs, he thought for a second, chewing on his lip. "Well, right now I guess I really enjoy painting...and sketching...and maybe working with my hands? I'm not a fan of drawing landscapes or buildings...but I like to draw things. Like...a bunny or something. I wanna learn to draw humans someday too." Art was fun, so he didn't mind telling her a bit about the type of art he tried to work with. He wasn't nearly as good as some people he knew, but he still tried his best.

Weaver would go on to surprise him, earning a wide-eyed look and a quick nod. "Please! Do tell me all your stories- er- some stories? Tell me about like...what creatures you guys have. Tell me a heroic tale or something hopeful. I mean...Halo is very beautiful, so surely you much have some pretty stories to tell me." Pretty stories was an odd choice of words, but hopefully she would understand what he was looking for.