thanks for starting. <3
Normally, he wouldn't have stopped. Gaël would have just kept walking, pretending the strangers around him didn't exist. He had little use for them, little need to get involved with their daily activities or become familiar with their lives. It wasn't that he didn't care; no, it was just wasted time he would never get back. There were only so many days one would stay alive, wasn't there? That, and he and his siblings had given themselves only so much time to do their exploring before moving onto the next area for searching and rooting around. It was bad enough that his curiosity for the long-lost humans had slowed his footsteps already; this new area they'd stumbled upon was rich in their history, and although he shouldn't have been so interested, he'd found himself poking through buildings and sniffing at faded scents in the dust that he believed to be that of humans only because he wanted them to be.
But when the teal-eyed boy saw the mangy-looking child poking her nose into a well somewhere in mid-village, he paused. She appeared to be alone; Gaël felt a level of compassion, whether or not it was intended or deserved. Her tail was burnt, but a ribbon adorned it as if to make up for the loss. A hopeful effort, he decided, but hardly worth the trouble. What was lost, was lost. He lived by such a philosophy, and yet, denied it in every step he took on that quest.
He stepped a few cautious feet closer, eyes careful for witnesses or threats from any direction. "Tu ne trouveras personne là-bas," he observed quietly. It was then that he realized her age, and thus corrected himself shallowly: "De well is empty."