I Wonder When They Will Wake Up? (Open)

[Sterling]

[span style="text-shadow:1.5px 1.5px #087F6A;"]Sterling[/span]

Sterling gave a nod as most of his questions, more or less, had been answered. His little bob tail twitched as he listened carefully, eyes narrowing when he was told that Aurum infact does not lay eggs. Suspicious. He was still a bit foreign to the politics of territories and such but at the very least, these folks weren't trying to hurt him for now. 'I highly doubt they are ever coming back' This made Sterling grimace. His ears twitched some as he thought on that, would his caretakers really of abandoned him like this? Did they really never plan on coming back? No that can't be right. Things had gotten bad but.. surely they were going to get better! And he would have a multitude of treasures to show them when they finally do return and they will praise him for a job well done. Bucket in maw he glanced at Virgil. 'Why do you collect useless things anyway?'

Sterling tilted his head at this question. He didn't really know the reason himself other than he felt compelled to do so. His ears twitched some as he thought on the question, actually starting to walk upwards on the crater as he did. Everyone was very keen on getting themselves out of it afterall. He wouldn't want to make the rest of them linger amungst all of the protests. "I suppose I simply like it. I find something pretty and I just enjoy looking at it for a time. Sometimes I'll even share the trinkets i find with others who could appreciate such things" The lynx nodded as he gave a surprisingly thoughtful, and at the same time lacking, answer to Virgil's question. He would figure everyone else would follow him up and out of the crater, trotting along. A little bounce in his steps as he moved forward and the bucket would swing from side to side, soliciting an occasional metal on metal squeak from the handle.

"Now, since we are out of that hole that you all hate so much.. where should I go? Or maybe the better question is where CAN I go?" This question was directed more so at the winged lion, as he seemed to be somewhat the leader of the bunch. As Sterling waited for an answer, a low and soft grumble could be heard by anyone with a sensitive ear. It was his stomach. Seems the Lynx hasn't eaten a proper meal in a day or so. Which was made vastly apparent now by the noises his body made.