Camio had stuck close to Nova wandering no more than four feet from her side. Though when they came across a gourgue with a river of rapids he chose to stay extra close to her. He chose to stand between her and the river rapids though. The Zamora male wasn't wanting to lose her anytime soon. Especially after just loosing Mapplethorpe not too long ago. The image of him still drifting through his mind not going anywhere anytime soon. He occasionally found himself shaking his head as if that would shake the image away. Letting his side brush against Nova's for a moment he stole a glance at her. "This is the way, right? It seems a bit sketchy ya know. Sharp river rapids, narrow path." His eyes looked over the pathway momentarily. He wasn't doubting Nova more as he was doubting this path. This most certainly wouldn't be his personal first choice in a path, but if it was the path Nova wanted to lead the two of them on then Camio would follow her every step. Keeping his eyes trained on the ground he made sure to watch his every move. Placing his paws in the right places, avoiding slippery or lose steps, he didn't wish to fall into the river today. Nor did he ever really. Letting his mind wonder for the moment he wondered all things possible. Why what happened to Mapplethorpe happen? Who would do such a thing to him? Although there was one thing that kept biting at his mind. What came after this? As tempting as it was to ask Nova some of his questions Camio wanted to keep the mood light. Forcing a small smile to grace itself on his face he tried to catch her topaz colored gaze. "Do you know of any fun games to play while on our little adventure?" "Speech." |
in coffins and boxes, a museum of the dead