The boy tentatively moved closer, giving Drestig a better view of his unusual, bony frame, and the stiffness with which he carried it. The elder man couldn't help but think the lad might be sickly in some way; Could a sickness have stolen all the color from his body? The Avalon was no healer, but even he thought that sounded unlikely, more like superstition than fact. He'd certainly never heard of such an illness, but then again, he was no medic. It seemed apparent that something was amiss, other than just the strange coloring, this whole sense of young and old mixed together, extending all the way to the peculiar scent that wasn't quite like any other male's, young or old, that he had met before. The silence stretched for a while, and Drestig was beginning to think he wouldn't get an answer, when Icicle finally replied. His voice was as carefully polite as before, words few, yet enough to spike more interest in the ebony chap. "You too?" He asked with a grin, flicking an ear good-humoredly. Then he couldn't help but run his eyes over the pristine fur, cocking a brow questioningly; "Though you don't look like one who would have much trouble with the sun, if you don't mind me saying." His voice was still casual, friendly, expression only showing cheerful curiosity. He lifted on ebony coated leg, glancing down at it to illustrate his point. Unlike his dark hairs, he would think a white pelt was excellent at repelling the heat; But perhaps it's not the sun he's hiding from..? Or maybe there was something else about his condition, whatever it might be, that made him vulnerable. If that was so, Drestig expected a reflecting answer, like he'd gotten previously when asking about the boy's peculiarity. Curiosity was slowly eating at him, but it was obvious, this needed to be handled with gentleness. Word count: 317 ”Speech” Thoughts |
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