Whitefish River graphite

Deimos' crimson gaze does not linger long. His assessment is brief, leaving no discernable expression in those red pools. He's got his own things to think about, but he's not surprised this hulking man is the boss. He flashes Evergreen a short smile meant to show he's not put-off in any way, though he still feels guilty standing on claimed soil.

"Deimos. Established starchaser, vagrant, and now, I guess, established accidental trespasser."  He answers in turn, the tip of his sodden tail curled as he smiled jokingly. "So, uh, Kastleloki, you said?" It's a terrible pronounciation of the word and Deimos realizes shortly thereafter he hadn't pronounced 'Kaistleoki' correctly. "Yeah, I'm interested.. but one thing --" He pauses and cants his head to the side, peering at Evergreen out of the corner of his red eyes. This is going to be hard to say, but he has to say it. "I just got out of being under someone's thumb. It's not for me. I don't want to answer to anyone or be below anyone, except the boss."  His gaze flickers to Evergreen meaningfully: he really means that. He's his own damn independent woman man and had only just discovered how liberating it was to not be reined in by other people. "I stay out of people's fur, and can teach anyone who wants to know about the stars... so...

Are you..? Interested, I mean." His features crack in a wide grin as he jokingly calls back to how Evergreen had spoken just a moment before.