It seemed, at the very least, that the two of them had come to sort of an understanding. They disagreed on certain things, but Avella’s reception of this had been far warmer than Al had anticipated. That was why he had respected her so greatly, and why he still did, in many ways. Her particular choice of words caused him to frown a bit.
”I would still like to consider you a friend,” the former hunter offered tentatively.
”A very good one. Just.. one whose fate has called her down a path different from mine.” At least, that was how he saw it. There was a distinction between Avella the leader, and Avella his friend. The latter, he did not want to lose.
Her subsequent inquiry was one that caught him just a little off guard. He arched a thoughtful brow but took a moment to consider it. Was she implying what he thought? Perhaps.
”I suppose believe I could not have a family here because you, and your brother, have first rights. I assumed one of, or perhaps both of you, would want to act on that.” That was one reason, which it appeared perhaps, was debatable. Though he doubted that would be the case, come next spring. He was sure one, or both, of Scully and Avella, would desire children again.
”Then, what you said about there uh, not being a lot of options, is true, too. There seem to be.. even fewer eligible mates to choose from, for me. I cannot really foresee that changing.” Avella did have a point with that. It still was not a justifiable excuse or reason, in his opinion, but her point remained valid. It was also, arguably easier to find a random man for a one-night stand than it was to find someone to commit.
”And even if those things were not a concern, though,” which was a big if,
”this is still not my home. My family and I had a connection to our homeland. A sacred, spiritual connection, as I believe you do, here.” This was Avella’s ancestral home, so he did not doubt she understood that, too.
”I guess it would not feel right, to be anywhere else. I miss my friends. My siblings, my mother, and my father, if they still walk this earth. I feel my connection to them and memories of them fading every day. Now all I can share with them anymore is.. the stars in the night sky. I have to try to find them, again.” And he hated that. Even their voices, which he had heard so many times, he was beginning to forget. He had to keep searching for a way home, even if he did not know where to begin.
He nodded in response to her subsequent question about his remaining for a while, the gesture not at all hesitant.
”I will stay for a few more months at least, if need be. You will always be important to me, too. And I really do wish you the very best.” He spoke. Even with their differing viewpoints, it felt important to emphasize that.
Then, something struck him. What he had said before, and in an instant, his demeanor changed, from solemn, to beyond joyful.
”Wait. What a fool I’ve been. The stars...” he breathed.
”Avella, that’s it! I can use the stars to navigate, and find my way home!” Heavens above, how had he been so stupidly oblivious to that for all this time!? The solution to his woes had been right there, staring him in the face almost every night for the last year, but he had been too caught up in his own self-pity to realize it.
Despite the shame he was sure to feel at some point, because of that, he could not help feeling like a giddy child again, one that was just about to be taken along on his first hunt, or something. Unable to contain himself, the former hunter bounced to his paws, a wide grin spreading across his countenance in spite of all they had discussed. Now that there was a light at the end of his tenure here with Avella, and not just more hopeless wandering.