Whitefish River It's a beautiful and a burning thing

I don't know if I'd call him fun haha. I have a feeling that Vienna and Siv might get along though.

Kierke had never been against those with prying questions. They had every right to ask, but he also had every right – in his own – to refuse answer. Being prone to silence had become something of a gift. If he found a question was posed where he was not comfortable answering, he held his tongue and kept to himself. The ashen creature found that if companions were ignored, they often disappeared. So far, Vienna had yet to ask a question that was posed as rude or insensitive, so he had done his best to answer what he could. It turned out that, at the mention of travel, the female’s expression seemed to light up and her eyes danced before his. Kierkegaard’s brows lifted lazily and he peered at her with a placid expression on his features. She spoke of being a supposed traveler herself, which was interesting enough, and then proceeded to ask about his favorite places that he’d been. This was a question that Kierkegaard could not quite answer; he did not favor one place over the next. They were simply temporary destinations until he was ready to move on to the next, and he very rarely thought about them afterwards… all save for one: his birthplace. He was not going to share this with the female, however. “I could tell you my least favorite,” he remarked in a dry voice, swallowing heavily.