Redsand Canyon A dirt road's singing me a siren song

Fennec made it clear that she didn't wish anyone to take her differences into account. Though she also made it hard, when she used her differences like armor and a reason to be prickly all the time. But it was not his place to say such things. That was for someone who she was closer too, to say. Because were he to say it, it would just cause her more anger.

Reyson frowned and looked down. The marks on his hide, itching and burning as he remembered. His voice overly quiet.

Actually you can. If you get them young enough and you hurt them enough. They grow quiet.

He shifted and lifted his head back up. That was then and this was now.


Her question drew a dry laugh from him. Always to the point Lady Fennec. I like that. Hrm.

He grew quiet, thinking. I would say I turned out okay or I like to think so, but i can certainly see a difference in myself with others. I'm not one that will ask questions when given a command from a leader, at least I didn't used to be. I am stand offish, and short, brusque even. Sometimes too honest, and what i say can hurt. I equate my own worth to what I can do and my soldier expertise. I don't understand family, children make me nervous, and noise and crowds drive me insane.

There was more so much more, but it was not the time or the place to share it. She didn't need to know that sometimes loud noises woke him and he ran blindly, because of all the noise that had been in the trenches. There were times when he was so restless he had to break things.