Enya started to respond, to retort with another comeback, to keep up the friendly jesting. She went so far as to open her muzzle before pausing mid-breath, catching the words right before they tumbled out of her mouth. He was lost? That seemed impossible to her for some reason. She wasn’t sure why. It was entirely possible that he was also lost. Well, obviously it was entirely possible. He had just said it. But still. Somehow that just felt… wrong to her. Caedwyn may have gone through a period where he hadn’t had a home but he hadn’t been lost. What in the universe were the chances of them stumbling into one another, both lost, in some unknown region? When he chuckled, she chuckled along with him, her brain furiously putting together the pieces. It didn’t take long before her thoughts were broken. He asked her questions of his own. Shared a bit of his experiences while here. Then he did something that made all laughter inside Enya cease. Her expression shifted into one more serious. It was a very kind offer. There was just one problem with his offer. “I don’t have a home” she softly whispered. “The last one I had, it didn’t work out.” The solemn look on her face shifted back into a smile. Wasn’t that always the story? It didn’t work out, so she’d end up leaving to keep the peace. Deeper details would unveil that this separation had been far different than the others had been, but at the end of the day, it had been the same result. Everything she had worked towards, everything she had built up, it was all gone now. Her loyal followers, her precious slave, Elyria, her romance, all left behind and in her history now. “But if you’re willing to help me look for something besides a home, I’ll take you up on your offer.” In truth, she had planned to tag along with him anyways - at least for the day. “I’ve been looking for my son and familiar. Ridley was with me before whatever happened happened. I haven’t seen him nor Buck since I awoke alone here. Ridley, I’m not too worried about him. He’s a smart boy. Buck, however. If he lost his collar… well… let’s just say it would be very bad if he ended up as someone’s dinner.” She didn’t know for sure what would happen if he died, but she wasn’t willing to test it, either. That wasn’t a gamble she wanted to make. “You said you’ve seen a few groups. Have you come across anyone you know? Any familiar faces?” Even if they were enemies, that meant that perhaps she was back in her old world, where Vrolga had first accepted her, and where she had later died fighting for them. If he hadn’t… well that just meant she was more lost than she thought. "Speech." |
A Mysterious Place