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05-04-2016, 10:20 PM
The sensation of seeing his own feelings mirrored back is strange; not joyful, certainly. It's cousin to relief, maybe. He's not the only broken creature like himself. The desert gods like fragile things, after all, and fragile things crack so easily... But if Caneo feels empathy for the pale creature, it doesn't show through his expression. He's quiet now, benign and empty, that twisting, opalescent shine reflected in his eyes. Not lost, indeed. Caneo's tail snaps, brusquely, and his head dips as mirth glances swift and bright along the edges of his face. "No?" It resembles good humor; it says how patient I am putting up with you. Caneo sees no strength in this half-cousin from elsewhere (never his desert). He doesn't quite write the beast off - a narrow suspicion wonders if it plays some game - but he does swallow down the bitter familiarity of disappointment. It will be no prize to haul back to the Dragon's Throat, unless it's thrice as clever as it seems upon first glance (and it might be). But he doesn't know. Because there's nothing else to do for now, he decides to answer the questions he's pelted with. He feels the serpent growing bored, though. She's young yet, learning patience still, and she sees no meat on their shared prize. She'd just as soon be gone. "Oh, I'm very unique," Caneo answers truthfully, ignoring her. "But you are, too." His body curls forward as he speaks - just a step - the long, graceful arc of his tail weaving along behind him. He's a bit perplexed at this stranger's height, at the perceived age in the lines of its body (the worn shape of muscle, the faint, delirious flicker of the eyes). It must be more than he sees, there must be something... "So where are you going, Uncle?" It's a childish form of address to fit the half-innocent tilt of his head, the weight and lilt of his speech. But it's also an acknowledgement of kind and, where he's from, an expression of respect. He hasn't used it since he came here - not even for Roland - but now lessons beaten into his hide a long, long time ago are put to some use (Caneo glances away, of course, from the pain involved in wrenching them out from the mire of his memory, from the bog labeled things gone for good). |
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