Greatwater Lake on love, on life

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He is correct in his assumptions, and the other speaks first, but what comes out of the other's mouth causes his eyes to narrow in the slightest. "No," Vaati has no sense of humor, at least, not when it is not in his best interest to entertain. Instead, he opts to speak plainly but not insulting, the other still has something he needs. "You are sitting right here," He points out, but decided against the mocking tone he could have taken. But as he sees no other way such a conversation could go, he embarks on his verbal quest to find exactly what he needs from the other. "You have travelled, yes?" The boy does not hesitate to prose his inquiry, he does not have enough interest in making small talk as the need for information he seeks. Perhaps in more casual interest, Vaati would not be so abrupt, but he has a need to be sated. The price of information is one that sacrifices his social skills, and he has little problem with that. The other holds a rugged stance that he has seen only in those who simply roam, and it goes without saying that no permanent resident would wander so close to the dark woods with the knowledge of its existence. Either that, or the other was far too lost for his own good.

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