Deepwood Weald he is neither gentle nor kind

gannet, the pale boy introduced him as and drogon tucked the name away though it sparks a vague recognition. perhaps, he thinks, he's heard it mentioned before ...and perhaps he merely thinks there is a very vague familiarity there because he hasn't heard it before. he is not one of charon's children — all of whom he knows ( except for the youngest ) — and if drogon's mind numbing patrols have told him anything over the course of the last few months there are not many on the mountain that are not blood related to charon ostrega. while drogon felt a sense of unease at the pressing fog that engulfed the pair his pallid companion appeared to feel the opposite and drogon found that he couldn't dispute gannet's observation of the fog. it was quieter ...and perhaps that was the underlying problem for the ansbjørn. he was used to noise and in the solitude and quiet he no longer remembers how to cope. the epsilon offers a small grunt of reluctant agreement but does not offer a verbal comment upon gannet's observation of the fog.

the question that falls from betwixt his companion's lips makes little sense to the talvella who, in his confusion, thought that perhaps he'd zoned out and had missed the context of gannet's inquiry; but he knows that he hadn't and offers the paler boy a bewildered look as his left ear pivots to the side and partially slicks back. "huh?" it was a knee-jerk reaction, more of a ( probably rude ) noise than an actual demand for clarification. "one of who?" drogon remedies it quickly, putting words to his confusion as he studies gannet with a furrow of his brow, unabashedly trying to discern what his first impression of the pale boy before him is.