[ eternal youth ] - open; dream

[daniel]

”Before...” The word echoed almost distantly as Danny seemed to return to his usual more mellow state once his question was answered, as if the lack of explanation prior was more than enough to override his lack of energy required for such an excitable state. Another yawn escaped him, as if the universe itself was making the point clearer. His eyes turned to Harland, tail wagging weakly at the presence of a familiar face, also well liked. He wondered what it was about Harland’s worn beads that created a much more muted reaction. Maybe it really was as Michael said, and he just had been around Harland enough for it not to make a significant mark in his subconscious.

Speaking of Michael...”There’s more, usually.” Brown eyes dashed back and forth, frowning at the trouble of recollection. They may even have been fading away from memory as he spoke. Not that great for answering questions. ”It’s not here it’s like...I dunno how to say it. Fields are nice, there’s one of those.” Flowers, too, flowers he couldn’t find here. He tried. ”Big building or something...” Danny’s words devolved into quiet mumbling, caught between fatigue and shyness, anxious at the questioning taking place. He didn’t know, was there a right answer for any of these?

He took the moment of Michael directing his attention to Harland to have a quiet breather, lightly splashing the water below. The sun was starting to take over the sky, and the stars nearly vanished. His soft ears lowered, like he was disappointed. The stars were pretty, after all, even if his initial goal was to watch the sunrise. Which he had, so, good for him.

”You ever been to Elysium, kid?”

Oh, he was being asked things again. ”Elysi....what?” Confused, and a little bit disoriented, Danny looked between Michael and Harland, if only because he’d been mentioned, having lived there once, from the sound of it. Him and Diya, if he was right about how Harland said “our” home. But he had never lived anywhere with a name besides here, and the mere concept of another place felt overwhelming. ”I don’t...I don’t think so.” The wolf’s voice cracked, swallowing thickly. Somewhere in his train of thought he was almost convinced he had done something wrong. Or at the very least, he didn’t have any explanation for anything, still. He twitched, albeit subtly, from the stress overloading his little circuits. Peachy.

[glow=black,2,300]— ❤ —[/glow]