10-01-2019, 10:34 PM
Wormwood, despite being a male that constantly loved interacting with others and slowly adding more and more additions onto the mansion that was his found family in Tanglewood, would never shove his son into the deep end of the pool when it came to socializing. Despite the fact that he knew Roy would want to learn more about the others that inhabited Tanglewood over time, he also doubted the young tiger would want top just weave his way into some huge group of people that were gathered for one of Feza's many events that she loved the throw. He would ease Roy into this slowly, just introducing his son to the others that inhabited the group over time, person by person, so that he could actually get to know them without panicking and backpedaling hard enough to light himself ablaze again. Of course, Roy already knew quite a few of the important people in the group that Worm actually knew well and cared about, just by virtue of being around for a few different events, but there were still some that Roy hadn't had the opportunity to meet before – like Vathmos. The thought of the female actually made the chaser's heart ache a bit, since it had been quite a while since he had seen the first good friend he had really made in Tanglewood just wandering around. It seemed as though the sudden change in her appearance around the group hadn't even been well forewarned either, since one day they had just been hanging out, having lunch together and discussing the goings on in the group, and then the next day she was just... gone. No longer at lunches, no longer at meetings, and no longer by his side.
The thoughts of Vathmos made a frown tug at his muzzle, and he quickly shook his head to clear them away, filing the feelings away for later when he was more equipped to deal either them, and they wouldn't be interrupting a nice tour with his son. His son who, smiling brightly up at him, was asking if he had a lot of books. A soft chuckle left the older male at this, mainly because a "lot of books" was an understatement for how many pieces of literature he had amassed in his collection over the years. In fact, he had so much that he was already starting to plan out what he would need to get rid of in order for Roy to have a bit of his own space in their shared home – although Roy hadn't asked him such a thing yet. It just felt like the... natural progression of things. After all, Wormwood cared a great deal about the little oddly colored tiger, and he had already adopted Roy and protected him with everything he had, so why wouldn't the other move in with him now that he was able to live in the town? Of course, he couldn't – and wouldn't – force Roy to move in with him if that wasn't what his son ended up wanting, but even now he could feel that faint prickle in his fur that told him this was all leading up to something, beyond just a simple tour.
Realizing that he had gone silent for quite a few seconds now, Worm let a soft smile curl onto his muzzle, barking with a nod as a warm rumbling chuckle left him, "Yeah, I do have quite a few books of my own. Quite the extensive collection, in fact. I bet if I really tried, I could give even the library a run for its money... but I think I'm pretty fine with just being the second largest collector of books in the town." He shook his head a bit with that same little smile, before Roy mentioned that he had a book as well, one solitary book that had probably been one of his only companions on his journey to Tanglewood. Immediately, Worm's interest was piqued, and he rumbled softly as he tilted his head to one side, regarding his son thoughtfully with his one faintly golden eye, "You have one book, huh? Do you happen to remember what it's about?" He asked both to show interest in his son's words, and also because it seemed as though Roy wasn't entirely aware of where the book was now. It wasn't exactly the biggest deal in the entire world, but perhaps if Roy had really cared about whatever was in the book, Worm could find another copy for him if he knew what the subject matter was.
The thoughts of Vathmos made a frown tug at his muzzle, and he quickly shook his head to clear them away, filing the feelings away for later when he was more equipped to deal either them, and they wouldn't be interrupting a nice tour with his son. His son who, smiling brightly up at him, was asking if he had a lot of books. A soft chuckle left the older male at this, mainly because a "lot of books" was an understatement for how many pieces of literature he had amassed in his collection over the years. In fact, he had so much that he was already starting to plan out what he would need to get rid of in order for Roy to have a bit of his own space in their shared home – although Roy hadn't asked him such a thing yet. It just felt like the... natural progression of things. After all, Wormwood cared a great deal about the little oddly colored tiger, and he had already adopted Roy and protected him with everything he had, so why wouldn't the other move in with him now that he was able to live in the town? Of course, he couldn't – and wouldn't – force Roy to move in with him if that wasn't what his son ended up wanting, but even now he could feel that faint prickle in his fur that told him this was all leading up to something, beyond just a simple tour.
Realizing that he had gone silent for quite a few seconds now, Worm let a soft smile curl onto his muzzle, barking with a nod as a warm rumbling chuckle left him, "Yeah, I do have quite a few books of my own. Quite the extensive collection, in fact. I bet if I really tried, I could give even the library a run for its money... but I think I'm pretty fine with just being the second largest collector of books in the town." He shook his head a bit with that same little smile, before Roy mentioned that he had a book as well, one solitary book that had probably been one of his only companions on his journey to Tanglewood. Immediately, Worm's interest was piqued, and he rumbled softly as he tilted his head to one side, regarding his son thoughtfully with his one faintly golden eye, "You have one book, huh? Do you happen to remember what it's about?" He asked both to show interest in his son's words, and also because it seemed as though Roy wasn't entirely aware of where the book was now. It wasn't exactly the biggest deal in the entire world, but perhaps if Roy had really cared about whatever was in the book, Worm could find another copy for him if he knew what the subject matter was.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan