04-18-2021, 03:54 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 415px;text-align: justify;font-family: times new roman;font-size: 10pt;line-height: 116%;text-indent: 35px;"]Lost puppy. Those were descriptor words that could be said about Ruven. Wherever Sojourn went, the child did, a lost puppy following her around until he found his proper home. He'd attached himself to his new mother, and he'd make damn sure that she was around for him, even if it meant sticking to her side like a parasite. That's what he was, a parasite, but he was a loving one that tried to make sure everything went well, tried to make sure his mother was calmed down when she needed and that she was there. He'd seen the cracks from her, personality already differing from when she had been out in the neutral lands between here and the Typhoon. She hadn't ever been fully sure of herself since he knew her, but she had never been this quiet in public, never this defeated.
He paid no mind to it for now, hopeful that it was just something she did for meetings to make sure no one was scared of her, to make sure she was loved by others how she was loved by him. So he followed, making his way to lay down beside the female as she spoke, ears pricked as he listened and eyes looking over those that arrived, watching. He was excited for the camp to be clean and finished, glad that he would get his own little space. He'd never had that before. He paid no attention to the words of Jormungand past that he was exiled and wasn't allowed back. All Ruven needed to know from that was his name and that he was gone, nothing else mattered. He was too young to go somewhere other than the Coalition right now anyway, so it didn't matter if they weren't allowed to mess with them. He'd learn that in time when he was an apprentice.
He paid no mind to it for now, hopeful that it was just something she did for meetings to make sure no one was scared of her, to make sure she was loved by others how she was loved by him. So he followed, making his way to lay down beside the female as she spoke, ears pricked as he listened and eyes looking over those that arrived, watching. He was excited for the camp to be clean and finished, glad that he would get his own little space. He'd never had that before. He paid no attention to the words of Jormungand past that he was exiled and wasn't allowed back. All Ruven needed to know from that was his name and that he was gone, nothing else mattered. He was too young to go somewhere other than the Coalition right now anyway, so it didn't matter if they weren't allowed to mess with them. He'd learn that in time when he was an apprentice.