10-14-2020, 03:23 PM
He is oblivious to whatever lesson Leilan is trying to teach him. He has parents, even if they aren’t very good ones. Largely disinterested in both him and his twin sister. Left to fend for themselves, they have done the best they can, which means that they are as short with strangers as they are with each other. He is not interested in being taught manners, that’s not why he’s here. So he merely blinks at the advice Leilan offers about being more polite to the faeries.
He is not being rude on purpose, he just has very little interest in small talk. Yet another thing he had inherited from his parents.
He listens carefully. Leilan is correct in thinking that Gravitas has little to no experience with the things he’s speaking about. Gravitas knows little of love and cannot imagine what it would be like to try and stop it any more than he can imagine what it would feel like to love anything at all. Still, he listens and he watches, gauging the older stallion’s facial expressions as he speaks. Trying to gauge… what? Whether the stallion regrets his decisions? If he’s glad he’d done what he’d done?
He nods along to indicate that he’s listening. And he’s learning, too, even if it’s not what Leilan wants to teach him. He wants to protect himself and his sister from the cruel things in the world and he needs a trait more powerful to do that. He shifts his attention to the stallion’s hoof as it shifts smoothly into something else and then back again. A dragon. He had hurt his friend in trying to save her.
He goes on listening, contemplating. And when Leilan goes quiet, Gravitas tilts back his head to look the older stallion in the eye. There is no air of impatience when he asks, “do you regret it?” He asks it earnestly, his expression plain.
@[Leilan]
He is not being rude on purpose, he just has very little interest in small talk. Yet another thing he had inherited from his parents.
He listens carefully. Leilan is correct in thinking that Gravitas has little to no experience with the things he’s speaking about. Gravitas knows little of love and cannot imagine what it would be like to try and stop it any more than he can imagine what it would feel like to love anything at all. Still, he listens and he watches, gauging the older stallion’s facial expressions as he speaks. Trying to gauge… what? Whether the stallion regrets his decisions? If he’s glad he’d done what he’d done?
He nods along to indicate that he’s listening. And he’s learning, too, even if it’s not what Leilan wants to teach him. He wants to protect himself and his sister from the cruel things in the world and he needs a trait more powerful to do that. He shifts his attention to the stallion’s hoof as it shifts smoothly into something else and then back again. A dragon. He had hurt his friend in trying to save her.
He goes on listening, contemplating. And when Leilan goes quiet, Gravitas tilts back his head to look the older stallion in the eye. There is no air of impatience when he asks, “do you regret it?” He asks it earnestly, his expression plain.
@[Leilan]