Emberwood If text kisses were real kisses, the world would be an orgy

Pyg nodded, understanding. This man was built like someone who relished travel; if he was a scout, like Bhediya, it would make sense that he'd go off on long voyages. Still, he hoped that his mate did not take up the habit. Pygmalion wouldn't be able to bear it if she disappeared for a while.

Ah, I'm the opposite of ye, he responded after Kukulkan had finished speaking, grinning. Come from the verra far north, where there's nay but snow and ice. Swamps are not much tae my likin'. Despite their very different origins, they both harbored strong accents. He felt a kinship with Kukulkan for that.

He nodded briefly in response to the other's question, lifting his shoulders in a brief shrug to amend the gesture. Kind of. Saw a lot on the way doon here, Pygmalion explained. But beyond the road betwixt the north and this place, I havena done much travelin'. I hope to, someday—but I'm nay getting any younger. 

Pyg gave the man a kind look. What aboot yerself, then?