Truth be told, there was nothing exciting about the journey down to Drifter Bay. Their pace was easy and taken in silence, something that was not uncomfortable between the two. By nature, Gabriel was not prone to bouts of frivolous speech. Luckily, Snake had proven himself to be much the same. When they touched down in Drifter Bay, the charcoal brushed Aquila and his sandy companion were essentially finished with the task at hand. That was why Gabriel was surprised by the boy’s voice, and turned his head to the sound. It took the four year old a moment to realize what Snake was speaking of, and once he did, his eyes narrowed slightly. This was not an aversive reaction, but one he could not help.
“You don’t see them much up here,” he responded, having not seen a cross since his return from Scintilla (except on Jezebel, but he attributed her presence with the southern clan). One ear turned at a noisy gull, but the bird was dismissed quickly. “Do you know where she was from?” He asked, curious about the woman now. He had never expected the very short spoken and very militaristic Snake to open up on such matters, and a large part of him wanted to know more because it seemed like such a rare chance.
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