Linger

Nose to nose: a brief hello from the silent boy. He seems polite — a small relief in this strange place. But no explanation for his activity is forthcoming; Seiji watches as he moves away, still slightly perplexed. A quick, final glance at the offending rock — innocuous — and mentally Seiji shrugs. The people of this place are strange. Perhaps he should allow them to be. Turning away from the rock, he blinks in the direction of Roscorro's voice. Deep, booming, but not unpleasant: the voice of an old gentleman. Seiji's eyes skate over Roscorro's strange shape but briefly, too polite to stare, before he wanders slowly after the winged boy. Why hasn't he spoken? Seiji's curiosity whirls. His hooves are loud against the stone — a strange sound up here. He peers down at the footing, mistrusting, and offers a brief, grateful nod to Roscorro's offer of water. When did he last drink? He doesn't quite remember. Moving up beside the boy(Vynter?), Seiji dips his head and drinks deeply. Sudden realization of thirst as the water hits the back of his throat. What a kind thing to offer. Beads of water dripping from his whiskers, he turns away then, blinks once at Vynter, and returned to stand near Roscorro, his ears up, a quick, easy smile gracing his features. His eyes curious. He wonders if the stranger will expand on Solanis. All Seiji knows of it is glowing flowers, and the sickness he helped cure. What it's significance might be, he doesn't know. And why Roscorro is here with Vynter — also a mystery. Are they friends of Kiada?

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ooc// Sorry guys! Somehow I forgot I owed here. If it's too old for either of you to want to continue that's fine, too. :)