QUINNAT THARIAN
Quinn’s face dropped just a little when it revealed that the Brightwood and Argaia were unknowns. That made the likelihood of finding its guardian anywhere close by This pup might’ve lived more lives than Quinnat himself. He felt both awed and protective. The frown Snapdragon showed was mirrored in Quinn’s expression. He was troubled by the fact that a pup was out here alone and perplexed about how it had died and grown in an entirely different realm.
But Snapdragon continued as the scent of her namesake flowers grew more intense. It spoke of a land Quinnat wasn’t familiar with; of a pack expelling it. Had it overstayed its welcome somewhere?
The flower child asked a question that tugged at the Noble’s heartstrings. He huffed gently.
“We’re both visitors here in the Brightwood - but not too far away is where I live: Verdantis. If you need a place to get settled, you could be a visitor there - but you wouldn’t have to be a visitor forever.” He offered a reassuring smile.
“I can’t, in good conscience, leave you here.” Whether Snapdragon had lived previous lives or not, in this one, right now, it could be vulnerable.
Quinn stretched, his end end lifting, and then he was upright.
“Can you walk?”
But Snapdragon continued as the scent of her namesake flowers grew more intense. It spoke of a land Quinnat wasn’t familiar with; of a pack expelling it. Had it overstayed its welcome somewhere?
The flower child asked a question that tugged at the Noble’s heartstrings. He huffed gently.
“We’re both visitors here in the Brightwood - but not too far away is where I live: Verdantis. If you need a place to get settled, you could be a visitor there - but you wouldn’t have to be a visitor forever.” He offered a reassuring smile.
“I can’t, in good conscience, leave you here.” Whether Snapdragon had lived previous lives or not, in this one, right now, it could be vulnerable.
Quinn stretched, his end end lifting, and then he was upright.
“Can you walk?”