02-16-2010, 09:57 PM
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It was a learning experience—Snake had never known what it meant, so he couldn't have known if it had been a personal or family religion or something a little more widespread. What Gabriel said seemed to imply it was the latter, though it wasn't to say that he had somehow met some of Snake's distant relatives. He doubted that, though. From what his mother had told him, they were pretty reclusive.
The Hydra listened keenly to what the Aquila had to say—he always did whenever someone was divulging information about themselves. It wasn't that he was overly curious, it was just that you never knew when something would come in handy. Snake so rarely gave up secrets to others (not that he was really enigmatic, more that he was never asked) that he found it a privilege when someone else did so to him. Gabriel was born over the mountains that they had just been scouting. Snake knew of Hell's Coast, or at least he thought he did. Kaena had filled him in on the Inferni history, so he knew of where the clan had once resided before the fires. It was a vague surprise that Gabriel had lived a good amount of his life south. South—a mysterious place for Snake.
"I have been west and north, but never south," he said thoughtfully. In his lifetime, he had never really crossed the borders from what the humans had called Canada to where they had called the United States. He had been born in Quebec and had wandered around there after escaping New Haven. His parents had been somewhat close to Nova Scotia when he had left them—their extra reminiscing on this place had been the final incentive for him to go. "What was it like?" He had lived in such a restricted part of the world (relatively-speaking), he wondered if there were really any great mysteries out there.
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It was a learning experience—Snake had never known what it meant, so he couldn't have known if it had been a personal or family religion or something a little more widespread. What Gabriel said seemed to imply it was the latter, though it wasn't to say that he had somehow met some of Snake's distant relatives. He doubted that, though. From what his mother had told him, they were pretty reclusive.
The Hydra listened keenly to what the Aquila had to say—he always did whenever someone was divulging information about themselves. It wasn't that he was overly curious, it was just that you never knew when something would come in handy. Snake so rarely gave up secrets to others (not that he was really enigmatic, more that he was never asked) that he found it a privilege when someone else did so to him. Gabriel was born over the mountains that they had just been scouting. Snake knew of Hell's Coast, or at least he thought he did. Kaena had filled him in on the Inferni history, so he knew of where the clan had once resided before the fires. It was a vague surprise that Gabriel had lived a good amount of his life south. South—a mysterious place for Snake.
"I have been west and north, but never south," he said thoughtfully. In his lifetime, he had never really crossed the borders from what the humans had called Canada to where they had called the United States. He had been born in Quebec and had wandered around there after escaping New Haven. His parents had been somewhat close to Nova Scotia when he had left them—their extra reminiscing on this place had been the final incentive for him to go. "What was it like?" He had lived in such a restricted part of the world (relatively-speaking), he wondered if there were really any great mysteries out there.