So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
Where she is fascinated by the world around her and the sounds, Underidge is driven by an insane need to hush everything. Such loud and obnoxious sound is like nails in his ears that slip down and into his brain, piercing and driving him to distraction. He prefers the quiet hush of winter when the world is dead and when everything sleeps. He could live in that quiet and never once need the company of others so the sound of the rain amplified by the caves has his hackles rising in annoyance. Not to mention he had managed to find another in his path. She is, however, an interesting array of colors and things and that is perhaps why he deigns to even speak with her rather than staunchly ignore her presence.
Even if he inst much of a people person he can tell the way she watches him that she is not too happy that he is here either. It is the way her head moves and the way that she tries to not stare. Was that disappointment in her eyes? Was she, too, a creature that enjoyed to solitude of silence? Not that the grotto offered much in the way of silence and his silver eyes snap to the water that trickles in through the hole in the ceiling, a look that is quite obvious in his distaste at the poor structure of their shelter. It was not supposed to have holes in the roof - that was the very essence of shelter.
Finally she answers his question. If she had chosen to stay silent then he would have ignored her for the rest of the time. He would not grow angry with her about it considering he didn't much care for the company of others either. She seemed whole and intelligent, judging by the glimmer in her eyes. If she had been mute or dumb or some other problem he would have considered enjoying his time in the cavern a bit more.. savagely. It would be an unfortunate thing for her to be stuck in his presence with weakness, so maybe it was a good thing so long as she didn't spout off love for flowers. Just the memory of Ellie's tears over flowers could spark some hidden monster in him.
"Guess we will never know." He grunts back, eying her for a minute as if she was the crazy one and not all that into her line of questioning. He had brought it up though so maybe it was only polite to listen to what she had to say. Still, her voice was almost pleasing to the ears and quiet. It was the kind of sound he didn't hear over the coarse calls of others and he liked it.
It is her sly grin that surprises him the most against her sweet voice and pretty picture. Looks weren't much of a thing for Underidge - quite obvious by how often his pelt was dirty of unkempt - but he liked her array and her bright eyes. And her sweet, soft voice. His eyes sharpen as he watches her and his nostrils flare, intent on catching each essence of Paravana as slowly something in him awakens.
"It is powerful in that it can take what it wants and do what it wants with conviction and without consequence. To it, anyways. Do you ever feel that way? Above it all?" His words are hushed and heady as he watches her in the way a viper might watch the thing it wants most to strike.
UNDERIDGE
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