// the sky ran out of stars, they're all livin' in the city
don't wanna be nameless for life. you wanna be famous? that's fine //
don't wanna be nameless for life. you wanna be famous? that's fine //
Mom’s here. Vervain. We’re in Torchline now. They say quietly, pulling a few more pieces from the fish before setting it in his lap, bi-toned eyes focusing on the lion again as he nods. There’s still that brief flickering of distaste, one that confuses Felix far too much to actually know what to do with – perhaps a question for Vai later.
Perhaps he should be more careful traipsing through the Greatwood and meeting people if this is how people reacted when they knew who his father was.
He mulls over what Loren says, ears flickering in uncertainty before he moves to stand and grab the fish again in his maw – leaving the pieces that he didn’t plan on eating from the fish for Loren if he wants them. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime? It’s an uncertain question or offering, but Felix is stepping away – giving that space just as Loren appeared he wanted to do.
Perhaps he should be more careful traipsing through the Greatwood and meeting people if this is how people reacted when they knew who his father was.
He mulls over what Loren says, ears flickering in uncertainty before he moves to stand and grab the fish again in his maw – leaving the pieces that he didn’t plan on eating from the fish for Loren if he wants them. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime? It’s an uncertain question or offering, but Felix is stepping away – giving that space just as Loren appeared he wanted to do.
FELIX
