'Don't be ridiculous,' the Castel in his head dared to remind him. 'Names don't mean anything.'
Mari seemed satisfied with the idea that she wasn't the only "non-Archer" in the Scowle. It made Niles feel accomplished, having established a connection with her, even if only a teeny-tiny one that could be severed the moment he acted more Archer than Lyall. She went on to describe how some packs were fucked up, how she hinted at in-breeding and how wrong it was. To this he had given a slight shake of his head, to show his echoed opinion on the matter.
To her answer, though, he drew an ear towards her. He wanted to hear it all, even if she was from nowhere. She mentioned she was from the far south where it was warm and sunny. The image of a constantly sunny meadow came to mind. Had he been more worldly in his travels, he might have realized that the sun dried things out and where there was too much sun, came withered plants and a whole different ecosystem - the dessert. Niles, in his lifetime, would probably never come face to face with such a place. If anything, he was glad she wasn't from Torbine.
"I think it's..." he had to take a moment to remember the stories his mother and father had told him, had to recollect what he could without facing the memory of his stubborn father trying to weather the harsh, northern Canadian wilderness beyond the realm of Relic Lore. "It's well away from here." He gave her the only thing he could recall about the Archer Dominion, "On the ocean, where the lands part and make way for a sight of endless water. My father--" Uh oh, his tongue was running away with him. He tried and failed to glue his tongue to the roof of his mouth but his chest was already starting to feel the pressure again. "My father an' I tried to find it once. It was too far north or so for either of us to make together."
we can say goodbye, just head home, but if we're going to be alone
Chimera is currently traveling with Niles and may hop into this IC thread!