09-08-2019, 10:45 AM
Thales has never been one much for the company of others. He fails to understand her need to belong, such a need one he cannot identify within himself and as such it does not exist for him. The green eyed, dark haired rogue is...un-socialized at best, so many of the norms of society lost upon him and truly, a part of him is too utterly lazy to try, preferring to live within his own shaded existence, by his own rules on his own time. . He is...uneasy in the presence of others, never so entirely sure how to react. Thales has been seen lashing out at strangers for simply not understanding their strange ways to him or the dynamics that was ingrained in so many others, so typical. He has not been invited here, has not been asked to stay. But neither has Thales been asked to leave, and so he takes this as he could linger around the land of Taiga for as long as he would like. In truth, Thales was entirely focused on finding…something, or going….some where. I can no longer tell you where his mind wanders, it is foreign to even his writer. I simply narrate his actions, Thales dictates though which direction he will take. If the little girl had no issued some snort so similar to his own, he may have every well entirely missed her. But, the rogue has always been easily distracted, his attention so easy to capture, like a butterfly with a broken wing. This is when those emerald eyes roll upon the little thing. Thales remembers, or perhaps, just innately knows from back when he had been younger. Babies are small, you are to be gentle with babies. Yes, this is something Thales knows. Be gentle with the baby. “What…do you…want?” he asks the little thing in that rough, masculine voice of his. She is small and therefore he does not simply push her away, Thales hardly the type to injure a small thing. Like a kite in the wind, another sound causes those green eyes to slip away from the little girl and to a red head that has made her presence known to each of them. He offers them each something of a bemused expression. He looks violent, is often assumed to be so, and is entirely capable as he has proved before, but Thales so often feeds off the emotions of others and for now he is calm, soothed even by the red head’s presence. For how long that lasts remains to be seen. His gaze drifts upwards to the tree tops of Taiga, perhaps his current companions were already boring him. “There are so…many…trees here,” he says, eyes wide, grumbled words even quieter with the position of his neck. “Have you co…unted them?” He asks. Whether or not they are listening is another matter entirely. Of course, the actual concept of counting is a concept lost upon Thales. Still, he is ambitious, that ought to count for something.
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