Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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Ah, he did not mean to bring such a nervousness to her eyes - it was evident in the fall of his eyes and the slight shock in his own gaze. It was mere curiosity that had driven him to question it; he imagined she had left for the same reasons as he - pack progression, exploration and an urge to prove herself as a woman as he had to prove himself a man. At her response, he bowed his head low, an apology in silence if there ever was one. At least his insensitivity had not sent her away and for that he was glad, a half smile - he would not voice that pleasure for as he had learned, it was too soon to be on such an intimate basis. Ah, females - they were a confusing lot, no?

"Mine unnskyldninger," he breathed, finally rising to meet her gaze levelly once more with that same half smile still plastered across his face, "Jeg forlot for et oppdrag - å utforske og å bli en mann. Det er rett og slett tradisjon, men kanskje det vil bli mer. Hvis jeg fant noe mer."

Even when she had turned her attention away, his remained fixated upon her, an ear only turning away to listen to the sound of the hawks crying out. She was an intriguing creature even if she did not know it; there was a past there that he had been captivated by even if it remained unspoken. Perhaps he was being unnerving, he did not know, but finally he felt it appropriate to look away, his gaze finally wandering to watch the river below. Even when she spoke, he merely chuckled to himself while looking out, giving her a sideways glance of acknowledgement as he pondered briefly, shrugging his broad shoulders.

"Det var få. Vi brukte dem til å trene til tider - raske små skapninger!" he laughed, turning his head to face her once more with an even toothier grin - maybe it was a male thing, to believe such thing was... humorous; he pawed out, a sudden display of puppy-like game, as he mimicked the lynx's attack half to himself. They were crafty things - fast of claw and even more tricky to keep up with their movements. "Jeg håper de er her også. Kanskje vi kan finne en sammen en dag."

His head tilted in query, a brow raised - hell, he was forward but well, when you found a pretty lady who was easy to talk to, did you say no? No, of course not! He'd been told to attempt to... woo them, or at least make them find you worth their time. Women could choose and well, he'd have to make them want to choose him. With another light shrug, he moved to speak once more with that thought in mind.

"Er du sulten? Jeg kan finne deg noe hvis du er," his voice piped up slightly, his muscles twitching in anticipation. A hunt, yes, now what was more enjoyable than that?






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