11-03-2020, 04:54 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;text-indent: 30px;"]Watching as those around him spoke, Torsten would nod his head in thought, Atticus's words reaching his ears as they swirled in his head. Cousins? He hadn't been told there were any cousins here, maybe his parents didn't know, that could be the only reason why he wasn't told, right? He would have said something in response had it not been for Ry to soon come over, his own words leaving his maw, some in forms of questions directed at the child.
Shielded from the light, it was easier to see Trygve in full, and see the common things that attached the two together, the draconic blood that seemed to run through the children of Roxanne. "You look kinda like me," He would mumble for a moment, ignoring for now the question of whether he was meant to be home or not. Of course he was meant to be in the Typhoon, he had been told directly not to go anywhere outside of the Typhoon by himself, but he had been so excited by the thought of family he had yet to meet that he didn't think of the consequences when leaving for the Pitt.
When asked if he was hungry or thirsty, the child would simply nod his head at first, brows furrowing as he began to speak. "It's really dry here though, how do you stay not thirsty?" He would ask, head tilting slightly soon after, "And I'm not little, I'm a big boy, and I didn't get hurt all the way here to prove it." He had been lucky, more like, but he wouldn't ever admit that. "How long ago was that, when you were my age? That must have been a long time ago..."
Shielded from the light, it was easier to see Trygve in full, and see the common things that attached the two together, the draconic blood that seemed to run through the children of Roxanne. "You look kinda like me," He would mumble for a moment, ignoring for now the question of whether he was meant to be home or not. Of course he was meant to be in the Typhoon, he had been told directly not to go anywhere outside of the Typhoon by himself, but he had been so excited by the thought of family he had yet to meet that he didn't think of the consequences when leaving for the Pitt.
When asked if he was hungry or thirsty, the child would simply nod his head at first, brows furrowing as he began to speak. "It's really dry here though, how do you stay not thirsty?" He would ask, head tilting slightly soon after, "And I'm not little, I'm a big boy, and I didn't get hurt all the way here to prove it." He had been lucky, more like, but he wouldn't ever admit that. "How long ago was that, when you were my age? That must have been a long time ago..."