Blacktail Deer Plateau history is filled with liars

no.

while rusalka harbored a lingering flicker of skepticism, he did not pry. he trusts granite, as if the boy was his own child, that if he wished to speak on something: he would. rusalka struggled to walk that fine line between wanting to be inviting, to communicate to the kids that they could come to him and he would listen, perhaps even advise if it was needed/wanted without being pushy. without sewing the resentment he'd felt with looking upon his own father.

and without coming right out and saying it.

the seaking draws in a soft breath of the cool, nipping air at the question and gives a soft nod. i do, confirms rusalka. a wiry half grin tugs at the edges of his lips. do you have an interest in learning to defend? to protect? to fight?