Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

It was impossible to entirely erase the self-satisfied grin that laughing with her always put on his face. He was deeply flattered that she would engage with him at all, and he found himself feeling just a little prideful over, for the span of this conversation, holding the majority of her attention.

Talk of totems worked well to draw his thoughts away from this small victory.

"I think we're all prey to something," he said, inwardly offended on Vairë’s behalf. Not because of the words themselves, but because of the intention behind them. He didn't understand what the point of a totem was if it was just gonna be rude to you, but he supposed spirituality had never come easily to him.

"But our hearts ain't predator or prey," he reasoned, finally lowering himself to his haunches. If this wasn't going to be a quick hello, they might as well rest their legs! "Nobody's is, if you ask me."