Verdant Basin he speaks of the sickening longing, the unwell emotion.

that was, perhaps, the clearest description he could be given. truly. although his copper ears quickly smoothed at her question.

"they jump, you jump, all that?"

oh, um, not...really. maybe his nonchalant avoidance was enough of an answer as his. i don't think i'm exactly their type. not 'jumping' material.

not to say nobody had been excluding of him, but it was hard to fit in when almost all activities circled around war and spars. he preferred to hide behind his scouting and plants, thank you very much.

although his face did that funny thing of getting all hot under her sunset gaze.

realized i hadn't seen you in a while.

he shoved nails into the dirt some, a substitute for there being nothing else to fiddle with.