It’s a shot in the dark for sure, and so Kendry is not too surprised to hear that this spotted stranger knows no Gnome. He can’t place why he feels he knows this male, nor the uncomfortable roll in his gut when he sees that blanketed back, but the tight expression accompanying the stallion’s apologetic dissent is easy enough to read. Kendry dips his head in quiet farewell and turns to take his leave, fully prepared to resume his journey overland to Luthien without further interruption, when he is paused in turn by the stranger.
The perlino rotates one ear toward the other and eyes him sidelong, then relents to the inevitable. “I’ve no siblings that I know of, much less a twin,” he replies evenly. “But, yes. I once called the Lagoon home.” Much as he would like to deny his past, he knows he can’t— not and still be honest with those awaiting him in the future. His time in the Lagoon is a part of him and though he looks back upon his behavior and cavalier attitude with chagrin he is kind to his younger self, and understanding of the follies of youth. No one begins as perfect. It takes a strong individual to strive for the ultimate self-betterment, however, and in that regard Kendry is well within his prime.
“I’m Kendry,” he introduces himself. Despite having left the Lagoon he does not carry quite the level of bias against its inhabitants as the rest of the Isles seem to. As of yet he has no reason. Did he not walk among them, once, unassuming? He knows who he was under that label. He understands there could be others like him, and having never before met the current Boss he gives that stranger, too, the benefit of the doubt that is he has noticed to be so lacking from others. “I don’t recall crossing paths with you.” |