Phoenix Maplewood half-savage and hardy

Rannoch seemed polite enough about their differing ways of life. Bronte wasn’t too concerned if he felt strongly about either side, only that he approached with an open mind. It was relieving to cross one so young who knew how to craft a respectable figure for themselves. After all, they were all just clay waiting to be shaped into something magnificent by the hands of time and circumstance. The dark DeMonte nodded his head softly in agreement and then frowned at the question that had been posed. Rannoch wanted to know if he planned to travel for the rest of his life. Ah, it was an ideal way of living. At least, Bronte believed that it was the best way to truly grow, but he knew that the young man was probably in search of members.
 
“If the right offer came along, I think I could settle,” he answered with a half smirk that danced along the right side of his dark face. Bronte thought then of Coelho and if she would stay with him or move on to more exciting ventures.