She might find it strange to talk up to him from her seat. After a moment of invisible ponder, the blonde male slowly stepped forth and sat down beside the older woman, of course allowing room for their personal space. He was not a sucker for maintained eye contact, so he turned his gaze away toward the exit of the cave that was hidden behind a natural turn in the stone. Eterne, she said. The name was unfamiliar in his ears, for he knew very little of his roots. Halo had cared little about enlightening him about his family’s history. Her surname reappeared in his quiet mind. He knew Samael was the son of a Kimaris. Perhaps this great-grandfather had come from Eterne.
A short nod was given to her. He was too young to have gone anywhere. Itachi had not planned to linger here when he first had walked away from the clan, but it was no easy task going out on a long journey without a location in mind. He had little he wished to see and he was comfortable where he was at the moment. He disliked the thought of chains, but believed in himself still, though it was possible that he was already a prisoner here. It was difficult to say. ”Do the Kimaris originate from Eterne?” the youth wondered, making no effort to mask his light curiosity now when it had risen to catch his attention.
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