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Home. n.
If Torren possessed the liking of a child, he failed to see it himself. Still a youth certainly, with many moons to go before he could claim adulthood. The immortal blood that ran through his veins made more than sure of that. That blood may be the specific reason he seemed odd for a 'child', his true age much older (he certainly didn't believe age necessarily meant wisdom, but in this case, it meant he had more than expected).
The brown eyes he carried flashed to the hyena, once again undeterred by her strange laughs. Truthfully he speaking, she may unnerve him, just the fraction. Not enough for it to show on the prince's face. Perhaps the unfamiliarity of her species in general made him the most wary. No hyenas lived where he came from -- he doubted they'd like it much. He preferred the open spaces he'd found outside of his home's borders personally, where he felt the wind run through his fur and could watch the stars above.
The voice of his sister rears its annoying voice in his head, a snarky answer to the simple question (from my mother, Torren). His whiskers almost twitch. Torren decides to tilt his head, catching the angle of the sun before raising a paw and pointing north-east. "Far, far that way, I believe." Don't take my word on it. I might be off. "It's easier by the stars," he admitted, furrowing his brow. "I have a mediocre sense of direction, I'm afraid."
"It's a small nation, sitting mostly under the mountains." The vast tunnel networks took moons to master, but he swore he knew them all by heart (he had friends and family who certainly did). "The nation is called Morven. I believe that's an old word meaning mountain, actually." He shrugged, a smooth movement of his shoulders. He hardly wanted to bore anyone with linguistics. "My parents remain there, though my sister and I have wandered -- my family believes it's important to see the world, which led me here."
"Thank you again," he added warmly to everyone. "I appreciate your hospitality greatly."
If Torren possessed the liking of a child, he failed to see it himself. Still a youth certainly, with many moons to go before he could claim adulthood. The immortal blood that ran through his veins made more than sure of that. That blood may be the specific reason he seemed odd for a 'child', his true age much older (he certainly didn't believe age necessarily meant wisdom, but in this case, it meant he had more than expected).
The brown eyes he carried flashed to the hyena, once again undeterred by her strange laughs. Truthfully he speaking, she may unnerve him, just the fraction. Not enough for it to show on the prince's face. Perhaps the unfamiliarity of her species in general made him the most wary. No hyenas lived where he came from -- he doubted they'd like it much. He preferred the open spaces he'd found outside of his home's borders personally, where he felt the wind run through his fur and could watch the stars above.
The voice of his sister rears its annoying voice in his head, a snarky answer to the simple question (from my mother, Torren). His whiskers almost twitch. Torren decides to tilt his head, catching the angle of the sun before raising a paw and pointing north-east. "Far, far that way, I believe." Don't take my word on it. I might be off. "It's easier by the stars," he admitted, furrowing his brow. "I have a mediocre sense of direction, I'm afraid."
"It's a small nation, sitting mostly under the mountains." The vast tunnel networks took moons to master, but he swore he knew them all by heart (he had friends and family who certainly did). "The nation is called Morven. I believe that's an old word meaning mountain, actually." He shrugged, a smooth movement of his shoulders. He hardly wanted to bore anyone with linguistics. "My parents remain there, though my sister and I have wandered -- my family believes it's important to see the world, which led me here."
"Thank you again," he added warmly to everyone. "I appreciate your hospitality greatly."
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