Talking about his home—about his mother—made Seven miss the north even more. And his siblings. But this was part of growing up, wasn’t it? Forging his own path, searching for his birth father, seeing new (and kind of exciting) things… it was what his mother had wanted for him and his siblings. To escape the reserve and see what else was out there. He’d never dreamed of leaving the silver fence before, as he’d been convinced there was nothing but bad on the outside, but his mother had encouraged him. Nicander and Melia, too. But they didn’t need as much convincing as Seven, for they had been eager to explore the outside world.
His ears leaned toward the older Selwyn as he spoke of Lachesis, earning an amused smirk from the younger male. That was some tooth rotting shit, I tell you. He couldn’t stop himself from snorting in amusement. It was evident that Askan and his uncle were close, which made the yearling quite happy. It meant he’d probably get another chance to go north and visit Lachesis—as long as he brought some food (or information) back with him, of course.
A frown graced the smudge’s lips at his cousin’s response. He didn’t seem keen on talking about the Selwyn mountains, which made Seven immediately regret his question. Maybe it was a sensitive subject—maybe something awful happened there. Why else would have Askan left the mountains and wound up here, in Relic Lore? The peppered yearling swallowed, growing uncomfortable as he shuffled along beside his leader. What was it like? He asked, his tone softer than it had been before. What did it l-look like? He clarified, for he was not interested in the past. Seven did not plan on venturing toward the mountains that had birthed his father. He’d never done anything for him, or his mother. There was no reason for him to visit.