Unlike his new companion, Reave has no true purpose here beyond curiosity. He has no particular mission, no tragedy he wishes to come to terms with (the death of his birth mother notwithstanding - she had come back at least. No doubt he has lingering emotions buried deep somewhere, but it isn’t what had led him here).
His easy confidence is quickly waylaid however, giving way instead to a whiplash of intense emotion and the jumbled flash of memory. His own heartbeat races just as hers must have. Leaning uncomfortably onto his haunches (as though he could prepare himself), he shakes his head roughly until the overwhelming memories recede, tossed aside like droplets of water.
With a snort, he shakes his head one more time for good measure before his blue eyes fix on the mare before him with a renewed intensity. He resists the urge to check his chest, knowing it is whole. It hadn’t been him that had once been ripped open.
“Would you like to be able to see them?” he asks, stepping closer, curiosity now trebled. If anything had been made clear just moments ago, it’s that she had come here to confront something. He’s not quite sure whether that something is tangible or intangible yet. Still, it’s a brave thing. And fascinating, especially to a young boy just growing into his own skin.
Her follow-up question gives him pause however. He should have expected it of course. It would only be natural to wonder what someone so young is doing in such a dark and dangerous part of the woods. “I suppose,” he replies slowly, noncommittally. “The monsters by themselves are pretty boring, but what they’re trying to do to everyone isn’t.” He pauses then, eyeing her shrewdly. “Have you met them yet?”
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@[Mazikeen]