Northstar Vale The awkwardness of broness

Reyson chuckled at her grin. And shook his head. The cold was probably the start of it, but he was willing to bet that anything after that between these two was completely carnal and that also attributed to her memory loss at the moment.

I am for now, yes.

The more Reyson was learning, the more it seemed he wasn't the only that despised Akashingo. What was it with that place. So dark and corrupt. He bled darkness.

Reyson locked his legs and lifted his head turning it swiftly. A smile in his voice and on his face, but he made sure to look at Towhee's face so she could read his lips.

Towhee. Can you maybe not wave the smell around?

Her next question didn't catch him off guard, it seemed to be the procession of what came after in all these recent conversations. Everyone was so concerned with what he wanted. When all he wanted was Meadow and peace hadn't thought about much else. Though for Towhee he did.

I think teach. But I don't know if my teaching would be welcome. All I know how to be is a soldier. A damn good one, but there are countless soldiers to share their knowledge in Mereo and Epoch. And Peace I just want peace, of mind, of body, of soul. Peace.

He met Maxim's eyes for a brief moment, fondness for his friends in them.