01-27-2023, 11:51 PM
There was a slow roaming of his eyes as they trailed from the man’s face to his legs and then to his paws. Paws, in which, were now standing against the soft sediment of the river. Lucian could only imagine the oozing sensation the man could be feeling, the soft squish of mud and dirt between his toes. The thought nearly caused Lucian to squirm.
But alas, he swallowed the discomfort down with another lap of his tongue against the cool, bubbling stream.
It seemed neither of them were locals, but instead, perhaps, two peas in a pod one could say. Wanderers, nomadic, vagabonds in their own right. Lucian settled against the onslaught of questions, finding his own nerves pacifying against his recent assumption of similarities.
“Lucian,” He returned, a delicate nod of his head bobbed in greeting. The man’s haunches bent, and slowly, he fell to a sit against the bank. It seemed like he may be here a while.
He shrugged, “Obviously, I went where the water was,” he offered nonchalantly, perhaps a bit callously. Though the initial taste of his words felt foul against his tongue, and he sighed, reluctantly but defeated in this silly desire to be abstruse.
“I apologize, that was…” Lucian shook his head, whether from a loss of words or from the droplets of rain overhead, he wasn’t even sure. “Guess you could say I needed a change and a nomad’s life chose me in return.” A pale blue gaze shifted against the slate-gray clouds and the miles of trees and grass that lied ahead, “Can’t say I know really where I am, but figured it was a good enough spot as any to take a break.” It was a good enough explanation, he thought. There was no need to delve into the nitty gritty, and the pain-staking feelings that also accompanied his departure from home.
“What about you? Anything you looking for out here?”
But alas, he swallowed the discomfort down with another lap of his tongue against the cool, bubbling stream.
It seemed neither of them were locals, but instead, perhaps, two peas in a pod one could say. Wanderers, nomadic, vagabonds in their own right. Lucian settled against the onslaught of questions, finding his own nerves pacifying against his recent assumption of similarities.
“Lucian,” He returned, a delicate nod of his head bobbed in greeting. The man’s haunches bent, and slowly, he fell to a sit against the bank. It seemed like he may be here a while.
He shrugged, “Obviously, I went where the water was,” he offered nonchalantly, perhaps a bit callously. Though the initial taste of his words felt foul against his tongue, and he sighed, reluctantly but defeated in this silly desire to be abstruse.
“I apologize, that was…” Lucian shook his head, whether from a loss of words or from the droplets of rain overhead, he wasn’t even sure. “Guess you could say I needed a change and a nomad’s life chose me in return.” A pale blue gaze shifted against the slate-gray clouds and the miles of trees and grass that lied ahead, “Can’t say I know really where I am, but figured it was a good enough spot as any to take a break.” It was a good enough explanation, he thought. There was no need to delve into the nitty gritty, and the pain-staking feelings that also accompanied his departure from home.
“What about you? Anything you looking for out here?”