Morningside Cuesta Soul Survivor

There was a bit of an awkwardness from Spook. They were both young an dealing in affairs of a generation older than their own. Perhaps Spook wanted to live up to his mother's expectations. Especially as he mentioned his mother was the leader. Did that make him a prince? An heir? A future leader? Soleon wondered about questions that didn't actually matter to him. 

 "I'm an adept fisherman and I'm learning how to heal. I don't fight unless absolutely necessary and I'll never initiate it. Life is meant to be protected and convserved," He look at Spook quite seriously. He knew if he had to he could hold his own, simply, it weren't preferable to inflict harm. He supposed he wouldn't heal an enemy of those he lived among--so that was something at least. 

 "If that sounds reasonable to you, then I'd be more than willing to come see Legion," Of course the choice wasn't entirely his to join was it? Was this boy capable of allowing him to become one of the many? Perhaps he was just the first of those that he needed a good word with. Soleon nodded, "I'm tired of being alone, frankly,"