do you believe in love?Snake is careful, measured, looking between his two temporary companions. The strange man offers a laugh, while his own reaction is more metered. “Size isn’t everything.” It’s a bit of a smirk, really, from Snake. That’s fine. New? Well, new… new enough. Snake hadn’t really had anywhere to be in a long time, anyway. Somewhat of an in between, a transient in nature. A wanderer.
No lament for those without a home. Snake didn’t have one, not yet, and that wasn’t a big deal. He tilts his head in acknowledgement of the woman. Winter mornings, quiet as ever. Things could have been stranger, as they often are when things are cold. Snake thinks for a long moment, collecting them each in turn. Gunther, the name for the oversized boy. Sighurd, the red woman. He nods once, breathing softly through his nose.
“Snake.” It’s strange saying his own name aloud, and it hangs in the air. His smile is soft as she speaks, as she throws the proposition on the table. “That’s what this place is, right? An adventure,” his head tosses very softly, an attempt to remove the bit of forelock that’s covering his face. “What have you seen so far, here?” May as well figure out where to start, right?
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stallion. five. smoky grullo. paso fino x. |