Dragoncrest Cliffs turn the world into a dancefloor

oh, vex breathes as she admits that she was bringing it back for him; sheepish. well, thanks, he grunts. but you can have it. i don't like fish. he doesn't know if that's expressly true or not — he's never had it. he can only imagine that if it tastes as bad as it smells he wouldn't like it.

for a moment, vex is confused about which 'home' she means and then realizes in the following seconds she speaks of legion. right, he agrees rather unenthusiastically. though he had yet to really, truly socialize with any of sapphique he realizes that he doesn't want to leave. though he misses arbiter ( because she was his mother ), the truth was he doesn't miss anything else. not legion, not royal. not any of the background wolves of legion that he knew of but didn't actually know or interact with.

haunt admits that she didn't think she wanted to go back. so let's not go back. vex suggests it as he saw it: that simple. mom'll be furious ...but it's not like she's never been furious at us and what's she going to do? go to war for us? vex snorts at the thought. though he fully believed arbiter was capable of it he doubts anyone else in legion cared that much about her wayward children.

i don't want to go back. besides, the brief time he'd been here hadn't hardly been near enough time to learn much of anything, least of all who he was out from beneath his mother's firm fist and hawk eyes.