Neos
Look out 'cause here I come
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum
Neos had been paying attention to what was spoken around him as he went to where the whittling supplies. Now, he admittedly had more experience with carpentry, but it should be enough to at least know how to work with the wood to get what he's hoping for with this alternate set of tools.
His attention momentarily perked up at the mention of a 'Queen Wessex', a name he remembered Henry mentioning to him back in Torchline before travelling here. As he moved to pick out which pieces of wood to turn into baubles, he had his eyes focus for a moment on the person he heard the name of, Wessex, a neutral expression on his face as he did so. When he heard the turnaway of the title, he nodded and focused his eyes on his selections, though his ears still paid attention.
Reborn? This Wessex died before?
Hm...interesting...
I...don't even want to know what you're scheming, Gemini...
Finding a piece that would work for his intentions, one of a many he would ended up making use of, he decided to try to focus on that and any further conversations that happened around him...and not the ones in his own head. Despite Bastion's attempts to be clearly welcoming...he didn't feel like he belonged there. Felt more like a trespasser. Yeah, instincts telling him to run didn't help, but this goes beyond that. The people around him, they were familiar with one another, even if it seemed like they never met before.
He couldn't help but feel like an intruder in another person's home, and it's a thought that caused a sad frown to suddenly form on his face as he focused whittling down the wood in his hands, trying to shape it into what was clearly a large tree of some kind that had a face upon it. "...wonder how Bartleby and the others among the Spiral are doing," he found himself muttering faintly without thinking on his words.
His attention momentarily perked up at the mention of a 'Queen Wessex', a name he remembered Henry mentioning to him back in Torchline before travelling here. As he moved to pick out which pieces of wood to turn into baubles, he had his eyes focus for a moment on the person he heard the name of, Wessex, a neutral expression on his face as he did so. When he heard the turnaway of the title, he nodded and focused his eyes on his selections, though his ears still paid attention.
Reborn? This Wessex died before?
Hm...interesting...
I...don't even want to know what you're scheming, Gemini...
Finding a piece that would work for his intentions, one of a many he would ended up making use of, he decided to try to focus on that and any further conversations that happened around him...and not the ones in his own head. Despite Bastion's attempts to be clearly welcoming...he didn't feel like he belonged there. Felt more like a trespasser. Yeah, instincts telling him to run didn't help, but this goes beyond that. The people around him, they were familiar with one another, even if it seemed like they never met before.
He couldn't help but feel like an intruder in another person's home, and it's a thought that caused a sad frown to suddenly form on his face as he focused whittling down the wood in his hands, trying to shape it into what was clearly a large tree of some kind that had a face upon it. "...wonder how Bartleby and the others among the Spiral are doing," he found himself muttering faintly without thinking on his words.
I'm not scared to be seen
I make no apologies
I make no apologies
This is me
