04-14-2020, 04:43 PM
slowly moving
ahead
ahead
The suspicion he hears coating the younger ones words and transforming their expression is a relief. Alone as the other one is, it's comforting to see the distrust. Soran keeps his stance relaxed, hitching up a hindleg while keeping his expression calm and warm. Again, he holds no malicious intent and hopefully the young boy will come to learn this.
His gratitude for the other telling him their name shines in his eyes, and Soran bows his head in thanks.
(A part of him wonders where the other's parents are, or if they have any friends, but those are personal questions that Soran has no right to ask.)
He takes note of how the younger one spreads their wings, and since Soran has none himself he is uncertain as to the purpose of doing so. Perhaps, the other is merely stretching them out. As with Oceane, a boyish part of him wonders what it must be like to have the ability to fly. "It's nice to meet you, Alcinder." The pleasantry is sincere, and Soran makes sure to keep himself cemented to the spot he has come to stand. "My name is Soran — again, it's nice to meet you." It's clear that he's trying to keep this introduction between them pleasant, and that he is trying his best to show the other that he truly means no harm. Besides, he was on his way out, the one he was looking for isn't here.
He doesn't have any idea of where she could be.
"I was just about to lea-" Words stop, and even though the boy before him is young Soran finds himself silenced by the others questioned.
His mother?
Immediately his head is cocking to the side, and his expression shows how his interest is piqued. He gives himself a moment to actually, fully, take in the appearance of the boy. The wings would make more sense, as would the coat Alcinder sports, though Oceane did have some eye-catching violets and purples on her coat. The white markings the boy has are something Soran assumes the boy has inherited from his father. Although, whether that is true or not Soran doesn't know. He never dared to intrude on Oceane and ask after the father of her unborn child.
Even then, aside from Alcinder's looks (for he can see this being the child of Oceane) it would make sense that he would be here, especially if this is the place he had been born.
None of this, though, took into account just how grown the boy already was. Had it truly been that long since Soran had last seen Oceane? He understood some time had passed but he hadn't thought that much time had. Seems he had lost his touch with reality more than he had realized. How much had happened during the time he had last seen Oceane and now?
Furthermore, where even was Oceane?
"If your mother is Oceane of Loess, then yes." Is the straightforward answer he gives, knowing that there is no need for him to be overly cryptic or even deflect the boy's question with one of his own.
He had never expected to meet Oceane's child without her there, and a sliver of concern erupts in him. Where had Oceane gone that Alcinder wouldn't be, at the very least, somewhere close?
"I met her not too long before she had you, so if that is your mother, would you be able to tell me where she is?" He questions, unable to hold back the concern in his voice or how he stands at attention now. He knows he has no real right to know, but so long as he knows she is alright that is good enough for him. "I've been away for a long time and I came to see her — and to meet you, actually." He explains, knowing that the boy has a right to know why he was here.
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@[Alcinder]
His gratitude for the other telling him their name shines in his eyes, and Soran bows his head in thanks.
(A part of him wonders where the other's parents are, or if they have any friends, but those are personal questions that Soran has no right to ask.)
He takes note of how the younger one spreads their wings, and since Soran has none himself he is uncertain as to the purpose of doing so. Perhaps, the other is merely stretching them out. As with Oceane, a boyish part of him wonders what it must be like to have the ability to fly. "It's nice to meet you, Alcinder." The pleasantry is sincere, and Soran makes sure to keep himself cemented to the spot he has come to stand. "My name is Soran — again, it's nice to meet you." It's clear that he's trying to keep this introduction between them pleasant, and that he is trying his best to show the other that he truly means no harm. Besides, he was on his way out, the one he was looking for isn't here.
He doesn't have any idea of where she could be.
"I was just about to lea-" Words stop, and even though the boy before him is young Soran finds himself silenced by the others questioned.
His mother?
Immediately his head is cocking to the side, and his expression shows how his interest is piqued. He gives himself a moment to actually, fully, take in the appearance of the boy. The wings would make more sense, as would the coat Alcinder sports, though Oceane did have some eye-catching violets and purples on her coat. The white markings the boy has are something Soran assumes the boy has inherited from his father. Although, whether that is true or not Soran doesn't know. He never dared to intrude on Oceane and ask after the father of her unborn child.
Even then, aside from Alcinder's looks (for he can see this being the child of Oceane) it would make sense that he would be here, especially if this is the place he had been born.
None of this, though, took into account just how grown the boy already was. Had it truly been that long since Soran had last seen Oceane? He understood some time had passed but he hadn't thought that much time had. Seems he had lost his touch with reality more than he had realized. How much had happened during the time he had last seen Oceane and now?
Furthermore, where even was Oceane?
"If your mother is Oceane of Loess, then yes." Is the straightforward answer he gives, knowing that there is no need for him to be overly cryptic or even deflect the boy's question with one of his own.
He had never expected to meet Oceane's child without her there, and a sliver of concern erupts in him. Where had Oceane gone that Alcinder wouldn't be, at the very least, somewhere close?
"I met her not too long before she had you, so if that is your mother, would you be able to tell me where she is?" He questions, unable to hold back the concern in his voice or how he stands at attention now. He knows he has no real right to know, but so long as he knows she is alright that is good enough for him. "I've been away for a long time and I came to see her — and to meet you, actually." He explains, knowing that the boy has a right to know why he was here.
@[Alcinder]
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