and we'll forget this solemn day, we'll always be young again
He supposes that’s a fair comment given that they didn’t have the best kind of fishing line in the Grounds, but that’s why he’s here isn’t it? As for offending her, there’s a bright chuckle that leaves him as his head tilts, his shoulders shrug, shifting his weight from one leg to another. “How very exciting.” He comments before they’re moving on.
He takes the buckets of paint, looping them onto the metal arm with ease, he nods in understanding. “Some things certainly are.” He murmurs softly, following her toward the Halenani, a space that he hasn’t visited ever. It hadn’t existed before he’d shut down, and after? He’d hardly had a reason to go. So he lets her take the lead, the breeze ruffling his clothes and hair – longer now than it had been as he goes to grow it out again.
The rest of it, though, he spies a dragon that approaches with a rumble of a growl in his throat and Varus snorts lightly as the dragon calms down. “Hello Aidon.” He offers quietly to the dragon, flashing a fanged grin his way, before he continues to follow Maeve toward the Halenani with the buckets easily held onto his metal arm.
He takes the buckets of paint, looping them onto the metal arm with ease, he nods in understanding. “Some things certainly are.” He murmurs softly, following her toward the Halenani, a space that he hasn’t visited ever. It hadn’t existed before he’d shut down, and after? He’d hardly had a reason to go. So he lets her take the lead, the breeze ruffling his clothes and hair – longer now than it had been as he goes to grow it out again.
The rest of it, though, he spies a dragon that approaches with a rumble of a growl in his throat and Varus snorts lightly as the dragon calms down. “Hello Aidon.” He offers quietly to the dragon, flashing a fanged grin his way, before he continues to follow Maeve toward the Halenani with the buckets easily held onto his metal arm.
VARUS
