Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

maybe it wasn't a healthy fear. wraen was usually right. arcturus' gums thinned as he pursed his lips, trying to be realistic about her (and his) response. his expression lifted as wraen divulged that life was sometimes like peaks and valleys -- and sometimes, the descent was rough going especially when you left the familiar behind.

he liked that insight. "i think i would have liked your mother." arcturus admitted softly. not just because osprey had treated charon like a son, and not just because she had reared wraen - but because, despite him never having met the woman, she was a very real figure in his mind - someone wise, and kind, and not so far from wraen maybe.

arthur had to still the impulse he had to say guarding was his favorite hobby -- after all, it was a pack duty.. and.. it didn't exactly paint the picture of him being more interesting than a stuffy guard. for a moment arcturus waffled on if he should tell the truth (would she think less of him?) and then finally, figured that if he was to ever win wraen's heart, he had better be honest. "i like looking at the stars." he knew very little of them, but sometimes if he looked up in that sheer expanse of navy and twinkling stars, it helped ground him.

next, a question he had held close to his tongue, though he knew the answer in part. "where do you see yourself, this time next year?"