a gale force wind || joining?

[ORPHEUS]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]For better or worse, Orpheus understands homesickness. Like Dorian, it's not something that could ever return to him — home is well and truly lost, which was his mistake. He's the one who made homes out of other people. Learning to see this prairie-like territory as home instead was proving difficult, too. Of course it was. Though it would be far safer for him to love his room instead of everyone else who called these rooms their own, he's never been all that attached to things. Things were breakable, temporary. Carry around a teddy bear for six months and watch it get torn to shreds, treasure a necklace only for the cord to break in a fight. But hell, he loved people and they died — his dad, his friend, the person he thought he'd loved. He knows better than most that love doesn't have to be a permanent thing, that loving someone now doesn't make him incapable of loving someone later. It sure fucking hurts though.

At least being attached to people means that he adjusts to new places well enough. His explorations here made him more comfortable with what went on and he navigated the majority of it with ease. Today's wandering is aimless, though he's on high alert too. Wary. Ants crawl underneath his skin; he wants to leave this place, find another place to live even though he loves everyone here too. Maybe because of that. Orpheus is a delicate thing, one that loves other delicate things, and the last thing he wants is for his scars to end up on their bodies too. That's a little egocentric, isn't it? To think that it matters, that someone would get hurt because of him at all, in any way. Having convinced himself of that every day, he doesn't leave. Instead, he finds himself taking care of the others as he can. Today it's Keyne that concerns him, though the lion doesn't follow him closely. It's only when he hears his voice call out that he turns to walk fully towards the child, pace quickening to a light jog.

"Key? What's going on?" He freezes when the grass parts to reveal another large lion, this one with dark fur and a neat mane marred only by the collar. He blinks and then shifts, head tilting slightly. Another lion, though he isn't as large as Ambroise. The sight still makes something jump up in his throat. "Oh." Maybe it's just him, but Dorian's corpse would be plenty presentable. "Well you look a little under the weather." Orpheus doesn't get any dangerous vibes from the stranger, but he still comes to stand behind Keyne with a friendly smile past him. "I think that was a fair offer. I don't suppose you're here on purpose?"