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Lacuna. n.
When Torren thought of his title, rank, and the family he came from he may smile. A small, amused, sentimental, sad, smile. His parents still reigned strong over the land he came from, even encouraging his (and more importantly his sister's) wandering. Perhaps they desired they gain something on the way; an understanding of the world brought by experiencing it themselves.
He accepted the opportunity with gratitude and curiosity, though home called him often. Responsibility kept him prepared to return on a word's notice (his sister seemed less inclined after all). Until such a day called, he intended to see the world at his parent's request, though he missed them and his younger, even more adventurous sister. The latter certainly kept him on his toes, wherever she wandered off to.
Focused on the present, Torren smiled at the lion. The polite, regal sort of smile he offered nearly everyone he met. He never forgot manners, especially when he knew he stood close to someone else's home. "You may," he offered, inclining his head. "My name is Torren Winther and I am seeking a place to stay."
As others arrived on scene, he repeated the posture; smile and polite dipping of his head. "Hey," the informality of the greeting felt almost humorous. The wildcat decided he did not mind. The first one he spoke to seemed more formal than the both of them, but he expected to encounter such. Idly, he wondered if he'd have to look up at everyone (he'd be twice the size of a domestic cat one day, but that seemed nothing here so far).
When Torren thought of his title, rank, and the family he came from he may smile. A small, amused, sentimental, sad, smile. His parents still reigned strong over the land he came from, even encouraging his (and more importantly his sister's) wandering. Perhaps they desired they gain something on the way; an understanding of the world brought by experiencing it themselves.
He accepted the opportunity with gratitude and curiosity, though home called him often. Responsibility kept him prepared to return on a word's notice (his sister seemed less inclined after all). Until such a day called, he intended to see the world at his parent's request, though he missed them and his younger, even more adventurous sister. The latter certainly kept him on his toes, wherever she wandered off to.
Focused on the present, Torren smiled at the lion. The polite, regal sort of smile he offered nearly everyone he met. He never forgot manners, especially when he knew he stood close to someone else's home. "You may," he offered, inclining his head. "My name is Torren Winther and I am seeking a place to stay."
As others arrived on scene, he repeated the posture; smile and polite dipping of his head. "Hey," the informality of the greeting felt almost humorous. The wildcat decided he did not mind. The first one he spoke to seemed more formal than the both of them, but he expected to encounter such. Idly, he wondered if he'd have to look up at everyone (he'd be twice the size of a domestic cat one day, but that seemed nothing here so far).
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