Wapun Meadow Apricot Wishes

it was good fortune birk did not field that question, for it was likely he would not enjoy the answer. venextos knew what killed hunger - and the form it came in was irrelevant to him.

the male yawned and venextos flickered an incomprehensible expression his way. he was aware he was not thrilling company, but he was not compelled to change that. talking got one into trouble. idleness moreso. god, he would suck at a college party.

"yes." he answered, unwilling to delve further. he was not here by choice and would give anything -- even his own life -- to have the pieces of his ruin undone. to somehow see the fractured lives of his past reunited. he would not find solace here -- nor would birk find chatty company. he considered it would behoove him to at least ask: "what packs are here?"