01-03-2020, 06:56 PM
You twist, I turn, who's the first to burn?
You sit and stay, I don't obey.
The full extent of his freedom had not yet been something he completely realized. Truthfully, such a lack of tethers is so entirely foreign to him that it takes him time to do much beyond what he has already begun to slowly discover. Someday perhaps her would explore the wider worlds outside Beqanna. But for now, this land is endlessly fascinating.And so it is confusion that Aislyn’s youthful enthusiasm is met with rather than any number of other emotions she might have preferred.
Of course, there is a lot still that is met by Voro’s confusion. Curious he might be, but even he is not entirely above the bonds of his heritage and upbringing. They had not been taught the more carefree and joyful arts of learning and playfulness. Nor had any sort of curiosity or wishfulness ben fostered. Voracious had been strange for that desire. And far too often punished for it.
So, ultimately, it’s likely no surprise that he is hesitant even now. Even in the face of such boundless freedom, he cannot seem to overcome the lessons of his youth.
Frowning at the unearthed grass, he lowers his head to sniff hesitantly at it. The girl’s fervent exclamations of inappetence over the forage is puzzling, to say the least. He had certainly eaten far worse in his life. Peering up at her, his frown deepening, he asks “Is it poisoned?”
Lifting his head, he tilts it slightly as he peers quizzically at her. “Certainly we won’t starve, even if it is? The pokey leaves seemed safe enough.”
Her face somewhat wistful as the conversation turns, he begins to wonder then if perhaps this Beqanna is to her what his home had been to him. He stares at her thoughtfully for a long moment before replying slowly, “I suppose you are correct. But,” he pauses then, not quite certain how to voice his concerns, “you are not trapped here, are you? Could you not go see other lands?”
Voracious
