Hushed Willows [festival] the sun's not yellow, it's chicken

There was little expectation from the brute when it came to what he would find in the tales from the stranger. He had been raised on two very different types of story in his childhood. He had heard all things spiritual and beautiful from his mother, and he had been subject to the darker tales from his father. It had been a peculiar means of teaching, but he had done well to absorb what he could and carry it with him. He had learned from the things that they had shared with him – even those that were fanciful and false. Ford expected that he would find something similar with Cortez.

Before the stranger began, the figure of another appeared. The titan was surprised that she was familiar to him. The mismatched colors of his gaze roamed her figure with interest for a long moment before he offered her a police smile. “It is good to see you again,” he murmured to her in a smoky tone, just under his breath so that he did not appear rude to the storyteller.

Then, the bard began to tell them his tale. Ford turned his attention to the other male wholly – his dual-colored gaze was latched tightly to the dusty brown figure. He retained all of the information without trouble and found himself following along with the story. The picture was painted well for them; a story of love. It was fitting for the festival that they were sharing. It left the titan with a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. Love was not something that he could easily relate to, he'd come to realize. The skeletal brute felt as though he had never really experienced it.

Still, as the story went on, he listened. Every so often the dark sea wraith would nod his head, but he was silent through a great majority of the telling. That was until there was a question that was posed to the both of them. Unsure of what he should say in that moment, Ford turned his attention to the grey female at his side. His cold and calculating gaze clung to her features for a long second.

“What of Sienna?” the warhound inquired.