"If you could go anywhere, where would you go?" asked Llyr while he looked over at Lochlann.
The halfblood-Avriel shrugged. He made a quiet grunt of a sound to acknowledge that he'd heard the question, but he didn't answer it otherwise.
Llyr sighed. He lifted his feet up and rested them on the short table. The blond stared ahead at the bedroom wall, momentarily surveying his wardrobe, then he returned his gaze to the other man. "Well? Would you just stay in Etzos forever if you had your pick of the whole world?"
"I was born here, haven't left since," said Lochlann gruffly. He crossed his arms in a posture he took whenever he got slightly impatient. "There was a lass from Rharne I met once though, who talked about it in some interesting ways. But like hell I'd bother with a Morty-festered place like that."
"I see... maybe Quacia is not so terrible then, yes?" asked Llyr.
"I don't know anything about it. Except for what you, and those... whatever you call them... have said," admitted the man.
Llyr nodded slowly. He absently scratched at his cheek, his gaze sliding back to stare at his own boots. After a moment, he lowered them back so they weren't resting on the table anymore. He leaned forward, then shook his head and mentioned, "You know you don't have to stay with me like this... I'll be alright."
"I told you the deal. You tell me where you've been, I'll leave yeh be."
The halfblood-Avriel shrugged. He made a quiet grunt of a sound to acknowledge that he'd heard the question, but he didn't answer it otherwise.
Llyr sighed. He lifted his feet up and rested them on the short table. The blond stared ahead at the bedroom wall, momentarily surveying his wardrobe, then he returned his gaze to the other man. "Well? Would you just stay in Etzos forever if you had your pick of the whole world?"
"I was born here, haven't left since," said Lochlann gruffly. He crossed his arms in a posture he took whenever he got slightly impatient. "There was a lass from Rharne I met once though, who talked about it in some interesting ways. But like hell I'd bother with a Morty-festered place like that."
"I see... maybe Quacia is not so terrible then, yes?" asked Llyr.
"I don't know anything about it. Except for what you, and those... whatever you call them... have said," admitted the man.
Llyr nodded slowly. He absently scratched at his cheek, his gaze sliding back to stare at his own boots. After a moment, he lowered them back so they weren't resting on the table anymore. He leaned forward, then shook his head and mentioned, "You know you don't have to stay with me like this... I'll be alright."
"I told you the deal. You tell me where you've been, I'll leave yeh be."