TALES OF THE WIND | joining

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

The language barrier when speaking to Alaire was a but rough, but Vinny was able to mainly translate just through context clues, and what little bit of the language he did actually possess knowledge of. The kid was from... Ardis. Vox had never heard of such a place, but that hardly meant that it didn't exist, it just meant that the hybrid wouldn't be able to take him back there, at least not unless one of the others present within the group knew of it. Seeing as he couldn't pinpoint the location, Vinny just dipped his head to Alaire in acknowledgement, listening to the rest. The little fox didn't know where his parents were, and... something else. Ne comprend? It reminded him of comprehend, so it didn't seem the kid understood one of his questions. It was then quickly followed up with a reassurance that Alaire's parents were still alive, even if Vox found himself slightly doubting. The kid didn't seem to know where his parents were, and didn't even know what death was... the Harbinger just couldn't help but assume that the worst had happened somehow, and Alaire simply didn't realize it. The only thing the gat could really do was hope like hell that wasn't the case, and that he'd be able to reunite Alaire with his family somehow.

It was then that Alaire seemed to remember that there could be some sort of language barrier between them, and Vox felt a soft sigh of relief leave him at the realization that he wouldn't have to use his very limited French to continue translating. Alaire then asked if he could stay to wait for them, a question that immediately softened Vox's already soft edges, an immediate sense of protectiveness coming over him for the boy. Dipping his head, Vox mumbled to Alaire with a reassuring grin, his wings shifting to dig his claws a bit into the ground below him, just to even himself out, "Yeah, of course y'can stay 'ere, kid. Y'said your name's Alaire, right? Well, Alaire, y'can stay here until your parents show up, alright? Or any of y'family does, really... just think of it as an extended sleepover." He tried to put it in terms that the child could understand, wanting to make sure that Alaire was alright – even though he seemed incredibly calm at the moment, given the circumstances. Glancing towards Breena, Vox then gestured a wing back towards the large building known as the fortress, mumbling, "Y'wanna get outta this rain, Alaire? We've got a nice big buildin' that's warm 'n' comfortable. Y'can even get ta know Breena 'ere, and the others." He wasn't sure how long the fox had been out in the rain so far, but he didn't particularly want any of them staying out much longer and getting hypothermia.