Silver Moraine Come on Superman, Say Your Stupid Line

The brute appreciated her words with a rumbling hum from his chest. They fell on attentive ears, and it settled some of the unease within him. He felt relieved in having not been judged in the history that was his foundation for life. The very roots that kept him upright as he navigated life originated in his formative years. Omnium drifted closer to Etephyr and lightly brushed her shoulder with his in her drawn out silence. Thank you, Etephyr. There was much more he wished to tell her, but that was all that would escape him.

The large male waited for her consent patiently. A moment of silence was a welcome friend as she mulled over his ask. He did not want to push her into a metaphorical 'back to the wall' position, but Omnium was thankful when she relented. A once emotionless canvas switched to one of gentleness. Why did you come to these lands? A maiden of your intellect and knowledge... what do the Teekon Wilds offer you, Etephyr? His tone switched to soft spoken, and it was a far throw from the average volume he held his voice. A small attempt to comfort her.

He had pondered the question after they had agreed to travel together. A solemn figure always keen to observe everything in his surroundings; he had watched her. The knowledge of herbs. The lack of experience in travel. The wisdom behind her words as she spoke. The large male had always found it odd that he would find himself in the company of another whom he knew so little about, but the little things could not always be overlooked. Omnium did not wish to pry into her past, but he did want to understand her motives.