Hoshor Plains But beware all those angels with their wings glued on

Okay, thanks Emrik, he said. Then there was an awkward silence, which wasn't an uncommon thing for him. He didn't really see the point in saying things just for the sake of speaking, and so he often let conversations lull. He looked around a little before deciding that he wanted to be alone again. See you later then, he offered to Emrik as he turned back to his stick. Then he picked it up and trotted off, the size of the stick forcing him to tilt his head some to accommodate it.