Wheeling Gull Isle Hello There

Carefully, Rosencrantz digested every word Connor articulated. Taking in all the advice, no matter how little he understood of the comparisons the cinnamon man had offered. It sounded as if the alabaster knight had missed something in his childhood, the ability to be empathetic with others, taught otherwise, to ignore and move onto the next task. That there was no room to be different than your brethren.

Once Connor had finished his analogy, Rose nodded in response. I see... Seems like I have much to work on. Turning his one eye toward the other titan, he offered a small smile, a mild twist of his lips to the sky in offering for the help of discovering himself further. Thank you.

With that, he turned back onto the path at hand, scanning the scenery for the next plausible trail to follow. Looks almost like a deer trail... Lets go and investigate. I'll take a look into myself further tonight before bed. With that, he quickened his pace down the road, following the winding trail that was carved by hooves. A thin trail veiled by leaves, but the smell and sighs were unmistakable.