Stone Circle ACT I, SCENE III

Ikaros held back the urge to roll his eyes. Cursing to the gods—old and the new here. They were nothing but nosy deceased beings, meddling into futures they had no right in. 

He's sick of fate.

Opening his mouth, Ikaros meant to combat the man's words but was silenced at the realization of who he was talking to. Instinctively his lightly colored tail dropped at his hocks, his head lowered slightly in guilt.

"You're too kind, really." His voice was nearly a whisper, and if anyone asked it was only to not make a racket. 

Ears flicking back, the boy pondered about the option; Desperately wanted to deny the generous offer. His stomach, however, chose to make itself known within the silence. Nervously, he chuckled.

He couldn't turn down food- not when he was so in need. 

"Sorry for uh... the disrespect," He had half the mind to blame it on hunger. "I'll stay to repay my debt. But nothing else— I promise you."