08-16-2019, 02:26 PM
he does not know why, but mikolaj had embraced the possibility of defending moth from hypothetical bullies. he could not imagine anyone here being so low as to pick on a child, seeing as a majority of them were grown adults. a few even capable of being grandfathers and mothers, excluding himself. perhaps the worst that could realistically happen was beck pulling a prank on her... maybe stealing one of her little knick knacks from the house. anyone outside of tanglewood he could not speak for, considering what the pitt had a history of doing to the swamp dwellers.
overall, he was glad to hear she was having a good time. from what he knew, moth did not have any family. she was on her own, strangely, at such a young age. mikolaj realized that he knew as much about moth as she did him.
"do not talk to many. but..." he didn't speak much at all to the others, actually. he trusted no one here except maybe red and even perseus. the greek veteran was a noble old brute like himself. he had earned much respect from mikolaj for how he had dealt with his attack and handled himself.
"tanglewood is not home. will return soon, but not yet. have to make sure it is safe." he began to feel the ground dip into a slope, carefully pawing his way through. the grass began to soften into a grey, ashy dirt. though there were still tree's they began to gradually become barer as they progressed.
mikolaj cleared his throat and gestured to them. "we are close. do not sense danger yet." maybe those mutated creatures were just myths to keep them away. he couldn't imagine anything being able to live here anymore even in its most barren conditions. even the desert had its ways of living. "are we... on adventure yet? now, yes?"
"SPEECH"
overall, he was glad to hear she was having a good time. from what he knew, moth did not have any family. she was on her own, strangely, at such a young age. mikolaj realized that he knew as much about moth as she did him.
"do not talk to many. but..." he didn't speak much at all to the others, actually. he trusted no one here except maybe red and even perseus. the greek veteran was a noble old brute like himself. he had earned much respect from mikolaj for how he had dealt with his attack and handled himself.
"tanglewood is not home. will return soon, but not yet. have to make sure it is safe." he began to feel the ground dip into a slope, carefully pawing his way through. the grass began to soften into a grey, ashy dirt. though there were still tree's they began to gradually become barer as they progressed.
mikolaj cleared his throat and gestured to them. "we are close. do not sense danger yet." maybe those mutated creatures were just myths to keep them away. he couldn't imagine anything being able to live here anymore even in its most barren conditions. even the desert had its ways of living. "are we... on adventure yet? now, yes?"
"SPEECH"