There is a contentment being in the presence of Viserys. While he tempered my emotions with a more sedate mentality he never tried to force anything on me. Didn't tell me I was selfish and stupid, although he didn't hide what he had to say either. He told me that I should make amends with my parents and I had felt, at the time, a bit chagrined at the remonstrance, but now that I had completed that task I felt absolved. Better than before. Proud of myself. It was amazing how Viserys had changed my perception of things. I had always been proud of myself but now I took more pride in the selfless things I did - which were few and far between.

His chuckle is met with a sort of preening look. I enjoyed making him laugh, it struck me low in the belly and left a warm glow there. I wasn't sure what that meant, only that I enjoyed the feeling; when I was around him we did not argue. It was... rare, really, considering I would start arguments with my brothers at any given time just to argue. Really, I liked annoying them and trying to push them out of their comfort zone. It was a lucky thing that Alistair couldn't hear or he would have to deal with it too. I missed my brothers and my parents, deciding that I needed to take Viserys to visit them soon and to show off to everyone that I was doing JUST dandy in Diveen.

Blood for blood. Whats done is done. I honestly had NO clue what the hell that meant but I nodded my head in a thoughtful manner, mulling the words over and trying to make some sort of sense from them. Sometimes I felt that Viserys mind was way out of league than mine - where his mind ran fast, my legs did the same. "There is always value on life," I say suddenly and passionately. "We each have a value to another - would you stand by if a lone wolf attacked me because his life meant something? I think you would kill him because my life means more to you than his. Thus, there is value, but it all depends on who is the one doing the tallying."

I felt inordinately pleased with this answer, bushy tail lifting as I nod with a sharp jab of my chin. I like your answer. How could such a short phrase make my step lighter, my feet dance across the plains? What of love, he asks, and I blink in confusion at the change in topic. "Oh... I..." I say, pausing in my steps with my head tilted to the side. How did one measure love or even deduce it for what it was? A strong connection, a bond, a feeling of burning and contentment. For a moment I stare at Viserys with wide eyes because I realize that I felt those things with him. Concept of eternity, he says, and I make a low humming sound. "I don't know how we love or what makes us different than other creatures. It is something innate, I think. I... don't think it means eternity, but it is a comfort to have another you can count upon, lean upon, for the duration of life."

I feel as if my answer is disappointing, not nearly as romantic as his but more practical, and I wonder if I am wrong as I match his stride now.