Liam did not know another Liam so of course he had no idea what was going on through Ayasha's mind – he didn't even know she had her own Liam. To be honest he had always found his name quite interesting and, dare I say, very unique. Both his parents had names that were quite the mouthful. Ayita... Vigilante... and don't even get me started on Amaranth! It was simpler to just call her 'Mara. Charlotte's name wasn't so extravagant either, and neither were Skoll's and Hati's... Liam's though? It was simple and quick and according to him, one of a kind! If ever he met this other Liam that was going through Ayasha's mind, he would probably have a bittersweet feeling in his mouth – on one side of the coin, he had a name buddy! On the other? He had a name buddy. Sad face.
He hadn't really been expecting much with her answer – he knew that his own pack was pretty chaotic, he could only imagine theirs. A part of him had even expected Ayasha to perhaps say she had left AniWaya because of all the trouble it had caused others and how ashamed of it she was. Alas, that wasn't the case. You see, Liam would probably hold a strong prejudice against the pack and all of its colorful bird feathers and tribal-like ways. The war and all of its torment wouldn't go away in the blink of an eye – even if the awful Aniwayan leader was no longer around to cause friction between all of the pack and essentially bring a full on war on the southern lands. Thinking about his father though, Liam decided that not all hope was lost if he was working things out over there. Vigilante had to come back home sooner or later however and that would mean AniWaya would be left to elect some sort of leader. Well for what its worth I hope everything turns out well for you and your pack. he said, deciding to leave out the part about his father being 'his King' as Ayasha had put it. She didn't really need to know that bit of information now.
Good. Liam hadn't realized how much he'd been dreading sleeping alone in this very unprotected place in the middle of nowhere until Ayasha agreed to stay with him. It was as though a weight he hadn't even known was there was suddenly lifted off his shoulders. He smiled and went to a nearby brush and snapped off one of its longest branch, which he then used to poke the fire. Its strength was more prominent now as flames swallowed his stick. He brought the hot end of the tall, slim item closer to his face and examined its blackened tip with specks of red. So what do you want to talk about? he asked as he went back to his sitting position on the ground, keeping his stick nearby so that he could toy around with the fire if it started to go out later on.
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