Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

For Gannet, it was a little bit of both. He was unaware of her probing the way he was unaware of most things. He wore every feeling he felt openly and always assumed others did the same; this meant that he plowed ahead, and if another didn't like something, they would put an end to it themselves. It was a simple view of the world and one that had gotten him into trouble a few times, but it was something he hadn't quite been able to outgrow.

Fortunately, her tone and her follow up question were enough to clue him in that the conversation needed a shift. Gannet wasn't great at telling stories but fortunately for both of them, he also didn't mind talking about things. I came from Redhawk Caldera. After my parents died and my brothers left I was... How did he describe it, that feeling of not belonging? extra. I left, and traveled. One of my brothers was in trouble, and I tried to help. Moonspear captured me. He stood, showing her his rear right leg, with the clear awkward set of the badly healed break. I stayed there, but I was extra there too. So I came here. It was seriously abridged... he'd left out entire portions of getting lost in blizzards, and traveling with Whip. But he tended to speak as he thought, and he didn't have the attention to detail to tell a story in full first time through.