Sun Mote Copse hot girl bummer

She seen him coming and he was quick to get to the point—something, he assumed, they could both appreciate. “Hey, Wraen,” he began, trying to calm the grit of his voice and tension within his shoulders as he began to close the distance between the two. “Listen, I wanted to talk to you.”

He felt slightly bad for disturbing her—but he wasn’t here to manipulate her time. “I need a few days to clear—“

That was when Phox, of all others, came upon the scene, and the Ostrega immediately stiffened, his flaring eyes sharp upon the other half of an equation he just didn’t understand. His jaws clipped shut, but only until the boast of all the wonderful parenting his previous leader touted.

Was he purposely baiting him? Pippin couldn’t help the flash of incredulous gaping. “Must be tiring,” he chuffed, knowing he was about to regret everything at this very moment. “Being the dad to another man’s kid.”

No sooner did the words come out did he snort, his eyes drifting away to study the horizon. The pull of his brows was still there, but he instead tried not to burn the bridges of his comradeship with the Firebirds. "Sorry," he uttered, his gaze shooting to the Sovereign. "Wraen, I was hoping to take a few days to clear my head. Anything you need done outside of the copse?"