08-24-2008, 10:23 PM
DaVinci studied the girl before him but didn't say anything, it wasn't his place to judge, she was probably perfectly normal while just by view alone he was a freak of nature. He'd long ago stopped trying to judge the world because he knew in the end it just didn't matter. Pawing at the shell of his dinner he waited for her answer and wondered who she was, though he wasn't pressed for answers to his strange little questions on strangers who didn't seem thrilled to know him. Why would he want to get to know someone who already had placed him in a need little box, her eyes alone had told him where he belonged.
When she'd confirmed what he'd thought he shook his head slightly to her own question before admitting. "I was born there... but I left long ago." He hadn't expected his old home to have disappeared into nothing and some part of him actually missed the fogs and swirling mists of his packlands.. but he couldn't have them back now, what was the point of crying over what couldn't be controlled.
When she'd confirmed what he'd thought he shook his head slightly to her own question before admitting. "I was born there... but I left long ago." He hadn't expected his old home to have disappeared into nothing and some part of him actually missed the fogs and swirling mists of his packlands.. but he couldn't have them back now, what was the point of crying over what couldn't be controlled.