04-17-2021, 02:46 PM
“The only place in the world left to go – or in Beqanna?” he questioned, wondering if she is new or if she is a native, like him. She doesn’t smell like anywhere in Beqanna, she has no soil smell, or bark scent wafting from her fur. She smells fresh, like breeze, and that is usually the scent of an immigrant form afar. His ear lays back to the sound of her sorrows, he quickly thinks of his family, his daughter, his children – some he knows, many he does not, same with his plethora of grandchildren and even a few great grandchildren. It was important to his grandfather that the lines keep, and go strong. Chem holds his heritage dear, and cannot imagine abandoning any of them in need, and he isn’t a particularly generous guy either. He adjusts his stance, flicking his tail. “What a shame.” his teal eyes tip down to her, but not quite as predatory as normal, a bit more paternal. “But fortunately family can be what you make it.” he clears his throat with a snort, “I’ve come close to many a soul not born into my lineage. You’ve got to be better off, anyway.” He laughs at her last bit – intriguing, eh? “Ha, yeah, I have my moments.” he blinks, looking out into the vast rolling grass sea. “I like to roam sometimes.” he takes a deep breath, keeping his eyes out to the mountains far off. “And the Meadow is always an interesting place to land – you meet all kinds of folks here.” His eyes slide back to her face, a crooked smile on his inky lips. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
@[Eirlys]
