Firefly Ravine what is there to answer if I'm the only one?

scarab's focus remains on the rushing waters, watching as they bubble and foam over stones rounded smooth by its rapid flow. there is something about watching it that is both calming and mesmerizing all at once; and as curious as the golden prince is he has seen how quick the pebbles are carried away without pause by the rushing waters and suspects that he would meet the same fate if he tried to cross the it. self-perseverance keeps him firmly rooted his chosen spot. his gaze lingers on the devastating waters for a few seconds longer before it flickers to his companion, his ears cupping forth atop his skull as she offers him a word after the small silence that had stretched betwixt them.

dorea. her name, scarab realizes. she doesn't ask for his return and for a few heartbeats scarab considers not offering it; and not for any reason other than it adds a bit of mystery to this chance encounter. scarab, though, has a flair for being imperious and empyrean not an enigma. scarab. he speaks then, figuring that now they are even. a name for a name.