Wouldn't want to bore her. Even less than she had expected, he deflected the question entirely. At least he hadn't lost his composure, she supposed. He certainly had a promise of strength, though it was far removed from the breed of @
Elias' and possibly her own. Time would tell. She hummed in sardonic acknowledgement, but a small smile was on her lips nonetheless. However rough his edges, no matter how smooth he purported them to be, she saw something of a promise within him. That was a fragile thing, however; it would need to be groomed properly to make a proper man of him.
A challenge she would be quite willing to take on.
"I do," she answered, that knowing smile still in place,
"and you're right; boring isn't in my repertoire. Tell me, what did you leave your mother for? To wander and exist?"
Maybe that was all he was looking for, to see some new sights and taste foreign air in a sojourn that would inevitably lead him back home, into the comfort of the familiar. Or maybe, Nineva was right in her assumed insight.
"Or would you like to carve into this world and live? I've an opportunity for you, if you think you're capable of taking it on."
(This post was last modified: Mar 09, 2018, 08:44 PM by Nineva.)