Cassiopeia's View murmur of yearning

The man's head slowly cocked to the side. Before he decided to answer the boy's question he pat the ground near him, quietly inviting the other brown male to sit if he wished. He was free to decline and wouldn't fault him for doing so.

That's hard for me to say... I think it's different for everyone. He started, pausing for a moment to contemplate further. ...It could be something that never gets boring to you... Or something you never shut up about. The last sentence he remarked with a jocund huff. One of his brothers was a naturalist who favored the stars in his family pack, and they poked fun at him for constantly- as he'd ramble on and on and on despite being told that the others had no idea what he was even saying. He simply enjoyed it, and was passionate about it.

As for himself, he'd always had difficulty with finding his place. He still did.

Just try things and see what drives you the most. For me... I love to travel. So I'll probably find myself in something that has to do with that. Maybe... Probably.