She is no small amount of lovely, though the darkness in her eyes is a telltale sign of struggles been had in her past. They might be paler than his own, only gray rather than charcoal to black, but it makes him feel at home in her presence. She is not some squeaky clean, white as virgin snow, girl with no mind of the world. She is at least a near equal in hardship. And her dry sass was perfect to him in that moment. A soul-sister without the weight of that thought as carried by Moladion wolves. “Very bold. I can appreciate that.” He tilts his head in thanks for the compliment, acknowledging it as a means to get close to her and that she was well aware of it.
After all, she knew now that he was honest about his intent, letting the compliment remain as that without furthering the flirtation terribly far. “And to you, I've no ill will either.” He chuckles, deep and satisfyingly throaty. He does not answer the sentiment with scorn, he did not know her well enough to be sure she had never done what he had, that she could not make ill will into a hardship when turned upon him. “I'm grateful for this very appetizing offer.”
“And I am grateful for there being no ill will, not to mention the company.” He answers, smiling as she takes a mouthful of haunch and he feels his chest swell that someone should benefit from his efforts other than himself. He does not dwell long enough for that satisfaction to be noticed by this female, moving his considerations to a potential excursion at her side.
“Moon rocks? You think that's true? Very intriguing, if so. Perhaps when the weather gets warm again we should swim over and see.” He likes this turn of conversation, that she would so easily think of a reason they might still be in one another’s company come the warm enough months to cross the river to the island. “My name is Morrigan. Who are you, stranger who has brought me a meal?”
“Roman, more stranger than just to you. But I intend not to be a stranger even this much for long. I have lived my entire life without a home, without family, fighting other people’s battles and seeing nothing for it. It’s about time to make something more of myself than a passing nightmare.”
He is enjoying this, this exchange with a strange woman. He shares with her his plan because he can see this comfort staying at his side, this sureness of character. “You smell of this place, Morrigan. Perhaps you will give me a bit of a tour after the meal? Fair trade, we could hunt on the way too, maybe pick up a few friends along the way, what do you say?” What he didn’t realize was she had once had much the same welcome to a life on the move..
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