11-13-2018, 11:00 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Within a corner of his mind he had expected such, distinct the lack of interest within healing as a whole apparent, leading only to a dark hole that sucked up his time and attention, efforts largely going to waste. Amongst them all only one had seemed to hold want to do anything, eager his want to learn more, almost drawn towards it all. Strange was it to think the observer felt such, youth still if one may gauge by his looks alone, brief the flicker of thought through his mind – might the lion be the best option for this? Possibly, but so too were there complications within the matter as to who might lead his training for he lacked such, would need a guiding hand he had no wish to offer.
Familiar the call, so too the faint draw, tugging at him. Difficult is it to place the twist of features within any category, singular dark eye shadowed beneath the furrow of fictitious brow, faint the sound drawn from pursed lips. Silus had spoken of his own want to not be considered, though within the words had been hesitance, faint the offer if no other was present, between the lines of the words he permitted to touch upon tongue. Gaze found the other spoke of, one met only in brief moments but enough had been the interaction to learn he liked her not. To work with her, tend to the sick and injured as he once had, held little interest.
“Neither” clipped the tone of voice, press of chin to chest as head fell once the single word had risen. Within time he was sure he may come to regret the decision but for now he thought it best, he had come here to get away from it, begin again, not become wrapped up in something he no longer believed in.
Familiar the call, so too the faint draw, tugging at him. Difficult is it to place the twist of features within any category, singular dark eye shadowed beneath the furrow of fictitious brow, faint the sound drawn from pursed lips. Silus had spoken of his own want to not be considered, though within the words had been hesitance, faint the offer if no other was present, between the lines of the words he permitted to touch upon tongue. Gaze found the other spoke of, one met only in brief moments but enough had been the interaction to learn he liked her not. To work with her, tend to the sick and injured as he once had, held little interest.
“Neither” clipped the tone of voice, press of chin to chest as head fell once the single word had risen. Within time he was sure he may come to regret the decision but for now he thought it best, he had come here to get away from it, begin again, not become wrapped up in something he no longer believed in.