The worst thing about always being on the move...
"Yeah, I'm fine," Neos said before looking back down at the sketch he had been musing over. "...outside of maybe a derailed train of thought," he said with a small groan before pulling the drawing back close to his chest."...dammit, people are already making their lanterns and I still haven't figured out what mine's gonna look like," he said in disappointment at himself upon seeing the other person's lantern. "Though...what's that," he asked in curiosity as he pointed towards the wolf shown upon it. "Doesn't exactly look like anything I'm familiar with, admittedly," he said with a slightly-sheepish tone, realizing people here would know what such a creature was around here.
...is that no one believes the tales that emerge later on.
NEOS
