[He prefers the solitude, honestly. Well, kind of. Sort of. It's complicated. Most things are and as much as he wants to be black and white about it all, it might not reflect what he genuinely desires. He suspects he might be a very different man if he had only ever had Furiae and Inuart without everything else. Leonard, Arioch, Seere, Verdelet. They were all kind of a means to an end. He didn't exactly stop them from coming along and to some degree, he supposes they might all be considered friends. If not friends, then cohorts. They had suffered in similar ways and misery loves company, or something like it.
He indulges in his pasta for many moments. Possibly too many before he decides to issue Angela an answer.]
"I had companions." [That's what she wants to hear, he assumes, and it's the truth. And that's about all he seems willing to say on the matter at this point in time. Stay tuned for a future Caim patch update.
For some reason, which he can only chalk up to curiosity, which is a frightful, dangerous kind of thing, she presses him. What pastimes do women have? Gods, as if he would know. Whatever his sister did when she wasn't watching him train is an educated guess. He assumes embroidery, her own teachings, if Inuart hadn't been in the picture, courting rituals. All the things little ladies of court do. Plus spending time with Shirley, which probably meant talking about men at court. He doesn't know. He never really asked and never really expressed an interest in much of anything like that aside from her safety. Furiae's safety had always been paramount.
A shame he's failed there, too. Caim looks reflective for some moments, subconscious toying with the bracelet adorning his left wrist. The one link he has to his heritage, his sister, their family, and the life he's long since left behind.]
"I am not a woman, so I hardly know. Were my sister here, you could ask her yourself. Our obligations were different."
STOP BEING DIFFICULT.
He indulges in his pasta for many moments. Possibly too many before he decides to issue Angela an answer.]
"I had companions." [That's what she wants to hear, he assumes, and it's the truth. And that's about all he seems willing to say on the matter at this point in time.
Stay tuned for a future Caim patch update.For some reason, which he can only chalk up to curiosity, which is a frightful, dangerous kind of thing, she presses him. What pastimes do women have? Gods, as if he would know. Whatever his sister did when she wasn't watching him train is an educated guess. He assumes embroidery, her own teachings, if Inuart hadn't been in the picture, courting rituals. All the things little ladies of court do. Plus spending time with Shirley, which probably meant talking about men at court. He doesn't know. He never really asked and never really expressed an interest in much of anything like that aside from her safety. Furiae's safety had always been paramount.
A shame he's failed there, too. Caim looks reflective for some moments, subconscious toying with the bracelet adorning his left wrist. The one link he has to his heritage, his sister, their family, and the life he's long since left behind.]
"I am not a woman, so I hardly know. Were my sister here, you could ask her yourself. Our obligations were different."