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only in the moments that follow his question and her response, does lómëvása realize that he might've overreacted; though he is quick to jump to his own defense. though unlikely the chance still exists — no matter how fractional — that the hunters were after him.

it came down a simple cause: whether they thought he was worth the time and the effort ...or whether it was better to let him go. he hoped, for his own sake, that it was the latter.

lómëvása is quiet as she draws her own conclusions; and it was true that he hadn't heard her until she'd chuffed to garner his attention but it wasn't entirely why he was so easily spooked. just because you `ave never seen me does not mean zat i `ave not been around. lómëvása teases, surprised by the easy way in which the coy words spring to and spill from his tongue without thought.

she was right — he wasn't from around here ...at all; not real sure where here was. still, to be lighthearted eases some of the tension from his shoulders; unaware that the weight bears down on him endlessly as if he were atlas and it was the sky.

ah... yes, lómëvása responds, gesturing to the rainwater puddle with a sweep of his paw. ze water is not ze cleanest but it is water, he pauses here, feeling more of himself than he has in quite some time. but ze water is not why i came here. i `ave come seeking a home. as going back home was no longer an option. he was the vanwa haryon for a reason.