Greatwater Lake on love, on life

Yet again does the other inquire into the depths of his life, picking at anything that would sate his natural paternal instinct; or so Vaati believes. It is at this point that he realises he will not get far without giving something in return, and so he sighs, entertaining the other once more with a simple answer. "Occasionally," He shrugs, for as of late his travels away from the dark woods seemed in total, long enough to surpass the time he had spent within the wood. One worded answers are suffice to say, the only thing the other will be getting out of him for as long as he is able; Vaati is not inclined if at all interested in sharing the personal details of his life with a complete stranger. But he will entertain the other as long as he keeps getting what he wants, and nothing more.

At the mention of the sea, his ears perk, signalling the interest he holds in the subject. "No," The boy is candid, unable to spout any knowledge he may have on a topic he has never been introduced to. Perhaps if he spent any time around his mother's family, he would, but alas he does not. He has very little interest in them, if he is at all truthfull. Vaati simply feels very little connection to them; they have never sought him out, and he will return the favor as long as both parties remain silent. It does not bother him, he knows very well he has a destiny outside the relms of his mother's land, and is not missing anything of sentimental value. And so he demands, "Tell me."