Deepwood Weald Feeling warm 'til the summer was over

Ah, no? A hint of disbelief on him then as his nod was a slow show of acceptance. He watched her carefully even so, and veiled his suspicion very, very neatly--or tried to. So, the next would either have to flow freely.. or be painfully careful.

Antares gave a gentle shake to his head before answering. No, not missing, but I don't know where he'd be.. Although he did not know exactly where he was, it didn't feel like his right to anymore really since they had nothing to do with each other thanks to his leave. The last word had been the Firebirds, but that meant little to him actually as anything more than a concept. Did it matter much? Not really, obviously.. but some part of him did miss his uncle around, and would've liked to know him better as he got older. He left on his own. I never got to say goodbye, he offered plainly enough, as that was that.

Regardless, tell your fellows to mind the mountains this winter, he didn't want to deal with them when the coast got harsh and the loners went desperate. I should be on my way soon then, you probably have ground to cover too? Antares said, still watching her, but feeling like moving his legs once more. He could surely keep picking, but, he felt like that was probably good enough for now.