Blackfeather Woods Draw me not without reason; sheath me not without honour.

She frowned at him, mismatched eyes confused beneath her wrinkled brow. Was this not the time to be serious? To grow the fuck up? Venamis felt he would have to, if he were to venture out into Winter's chill all alone. He had wanted this farewell to be a meaningful one, yet beneath her scrutiny all he felt was the budding pressure of embarrassment for such an attempt.

Maegi made a simple request: don't tiptoe around it, just summarise the reasons why. The young Melonii, with teeth gritted and ears smoothed back, could only look upon her for a long pause before he glanced away to the side.

"No," he answered her question regarding Rowan. He'd been a thorn in his paw since the first day he met him, a pest more than anything, but there was a danger far greater that spurred his desire to move on, "I just don't want to be around when Midar makes an attempt on your life."