i have loved the stars too fondly
Another mare approaches them, apparently already acquainted with everyone but Aedan. She does at least spare him a glance, and he nods in her direction politely, adding “Aedan,” though he doesn’t say anything else because it doesn’t seem to be required of him.
His Queen responds in her usual, overly happy manner, not that he’s bothered by it but rather he just doesn’t know what to do with it. What, exactly, does a teenage boy do with an overly happy older mares? She is not Vita, after all, and so he finds himself at an inexperienced loss for the proper behavior. Besides, it is mostly directed at the other Queen since they are all friends and he’s the fourth wheel. Ha. Can you be a fourth wheel? That’s supposed to be an odd number thing and yet here he is, fourth-wheeling it.
Could he tell Vita that? Probably not. Maybe he should get a male friend or two. They might find it as amusing as he does.
Isilya does turn to him and Ryatah to explain what she’s talking about, something about exquisite creatures. “Creatures?” he echoes, interest peaking for a moment at this in a boyish sort of way. What sort of creatures? His mind explodes with possibilities, though none of them come close to the truth. He cannot imagine the truth as Isilya cannot imagine that they actually intended to kill her. Granted he’d probably find it way cooler to know they were killer creatures than Isilya would, but maybe that’d make her happy too.
He’s definitely a fourth wheel (but at least not a neglected one) as Ryatah too, turns to include him, giving something of a history lesson though it is mostly lost on him. The Chamber, she says, and he cannot really place it other than to know that once, it was kingdom here. Everyone with half a brain knows the basics of what had happened in Beqanna; how the world had been shaken to its core and ripped apart, put back together into the world that Aedan knows. He cannot imagine what it was like to live through it, and he is glad he did not. He wonders, though, what the Chamber had been like. It seems inappropriate to ask, though the question lingers on his tongue. Maybe he could ask later.
As they walk, he drops slightly behind, close enough to still be a part of the group and to hear what’s going on, but far enough to be out of the way. This is not his part, and even his inexperienced self knows that he is here as an observer and student. He tries, mostly successfully, to keep his attention tuned into the mares and their conversation, though he cannot help but let his eyes wander a bit to look over this place. He’s never seen it, and exploring is always his favorite thing to do. His feet itch to take a different course, to simply see what he can find, but he lets himself to led to the river that Anaxarete mentioned.
His Queen responds in her usual, overly happy manner, not that he’s bothered by it but rather he just doesn’t know what to do with it. What, exactly, does a teenage boy do with an overly happy older mares? She is not Vita, after all, and so he finds himself at an inexperienced loss for the proper behavior. Besides, it is mostly directed at the other Queen since they are all friends and he’s the fourth wheel. Ha. Can you be a fourth wheel? That’s supposed to be an odd number thing and yet here he is, fourth-wheeling it.
Could he tell Vita that? Probably not. Maybe he should get a male friend or two. They might find it as amusing as he does.
Isilya does turn to him and Ryatah to explain what she’s talking about, something about exquisite creatures. “Creatures?” he echoes, interest peaking for a moment at this in a boyish sort of way. What sort of creatures? His mind explodes with possibilities, though none of them come close to the truth. He cannot imagine the truth as Isilya cannot imagine that they actually intended to kill her. Granted he’d probably find it way cooler to know they were killer creatures than Isilya would, but maybe that’d make her happy too.
He’s definitely a fourth wheel (but at least not a neglected one) as Ryatah too, turns to include him, giving something of a history lesson though it is mostly lost on him. The Chamber, she says, and he cannot really place it other than to know that once, it was kingdom here. Everyone with half a brain knows the basics of what had happened in Beqanna; how the world had been shaken to its core and ripped apart, put back together into the world that Aedan knows. He cannot imagine what it was like to live through it, and he is glad he did not. He wonders, though, what the Chamber had been like. It seems inappropriate to ask, though the question lingers on his tongue. Maybe he could ask later.
As they walk, he drops slightly behind, close enough to still be a part of the group and to hear what’s going on, but far enough to be out of the way. This is not his part, and even his inexperienced self knows that he is here as an observer and student. He tries, mostly successfully, to keep his attention tuned into the mares and their conversation, though he cannot help but let his eyes wander a bit to look over this place. He’s never seen it, and exploring is always his favorite thing to do. His feet itch to take a different course, to simply see what he can find, but he lets himself to led to the river that Anaxarete mentioned.
to be fearful of the night
aedan
i'll stop being so slow now...
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