Blackfeather Woods the watcher

Cicero had been around before he'd left to try and retrieve Desna. In the shadows, but surely available, and so the answer to Kendra's initial disappointment was easy for him. "Cicero was around, watching, and waiting for Kendra to come forward." In her viewpoint, he had perhaps not been around, but in his own, he had been available; had she called him, then he would have come to her. "There is no use to dwindle upon the past, however." It was useless and a waste of time, in Cicero's opinion, to focus on what might've, could've or should've been. They could start their lessons now, if Kendra still wished it.

"Cicero is a scout and spy for Blackfeather Woods, and so he must be gone much to gather information." As of late, he'd been gone above averagely so, he had to admit; and it was not just because of Kove's children and his mission, or because he wanted to scout lots. It was in part because of Damien. How he longed to see his brother again and share with him the intimate moments they used to.

Shaking the sad notion of Damien from his mind, a smile gingerly breached Cicero's lips as Kendra admitted she wished to spend more time together. He got to his feet and offered: "Lessons can begin now." And he moved away from the clearing, waiting to make sure that Kendra was following him. He himself had learned much by simply ingesting small amounts of various plants. It would be nice if his half-sibling would not need to go through that process, if he could teach her instead.