forget all the names we used to know
There’s something going on here.
As introverted as Crevan has attempted to remain thus far, it doesn’t keep him from noticing gaps in decorum or interaction. Gaps such as: silently staring at one another before making a face as if one has remembered something, only to turn back and speak aloud. It disturbs him, even though the moments of reprieve in speech are few and far between. His eyes, shrouded by nightcap locks, flicker with interest among the quiet-but-not-so-quiet trio as the mare takes her turn, followed in suit by the rather upbeat lilac fellow.
Then it’s his chance to make an impression. “I’m from the great redwood forest, Taiga.” He begins pleasantly enough. “We sport a beach of our own, though on most occasions it’s blanketed in thick fog. Cool temperatures, endless protection offered by the woodlands, and the redwoods are certainly a sight you wouldn’t choose to miss in your lifetime. Their crowns pierce the sky and their trunks would take more than a few horses to encircle. If it’s the serenity of the woods you’re looking for, look no further.” He ends on a quip, half of his mouth drawn up into a pleasing smirk.
Crevan wasn’t quite so brooding when that smile appeared. Of course, it would devastate him to learn that his home was no more - Taiga and all of her glorious wonders were slowly being covered by the sea and guarded by demon wolves. He would never be able to return there, and neither would his new acquaintances.
But that’s a story for another time, after this one; for now he turns his attention back to the three and chooses instead to watch Voltage, Night, and Kharon interact. Recruit or no, Crevan can’t help but feel like he’s learning something here - something he just can’t quite put his finger on.
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