Phoenix Maplewood I don't feel connected to all of your lies.

Did he feel it too? Cambria didn’t have to wonder long. His paw stilled at Etienne’s quip, realizing it wasn’t mutual. Feeling more self-conscious than ever, he broke his own spell by letting his leg fall away. He took a step back, just glad that Etienne didn’t seem put out by his peculiar behavior.

I’m sorry, he repeated his earlier words, now with an entirely different tone. I don’t…

He didn’t know what to say. Cambria couldn’t explain his feelings to himself, much less somebody else. If Etienne wasn’t bothered now, that might change if the yearling tried to tell him about his powerful attraction. He wasn’t particularly adept at social norms, though even Cambria knew that was far too forward.

Ah, he replied when questioned, you didn’t interrupt anything. He paused, brow suddenly furrowing. Wait, Cambria blurted softly, did you say your friend told you he wanted nothing to do with you before he disappeared?

How could someone say something so mean to someone like Etienne? Cambria felt an entirely disproportionate surge of anger at this nameless, faceless friend. He might’ve only known him for a handful of minutes, though the Dragonling felt dead certain the man before him deserved nothing but kindness.