Bramblepoint when the sun is perched at it's highest peak,

you will not be outsider for long, and though the words were meant to be matter-of-fact, as if it were true and he knew it to be such, there was a warmth within his voice that, though common for the man and present for all he spoke to, could come of as being caring, perhaps overly-so to a man he hardly knew. accommodation - that is good.

iseldur considered, then, for a moment, maybe two, before he shook his head. we will continue looking, he said, now, standing to draw himself a few steps closer to cicero. but i will not forget that offer, and should we be in need of home, i will seek you out once more, with my son, and you can take us to your ... forneskja, but now, he gave a single nod, before he said: thank you ... for your conversation, cicero.

the knight would gaze at him for a single moment longer before he turned away, tail swaying as he sought out his son. it was time for them to seek somewhere for them to make a temporary residence, and he wished for the boy's feedback.

he hoped cathal would not be picky.

exit iseldur <3