So much for stalling. The name rolled easily enough off the kid's tongue and Cathun found himself subjected to a pair of very blue eyes that to him appeared both eager and pleading. Like an overgrown puppy longing for the remnants of a slipper it wasn't sure it really ought to have. His conscience was black as the night around them and the grullo squirmed inwardly, reluctance duking it out with a deep, profound wish to make someone happy.

"Erebos" he repeated, mumbling as he tried out the name on the tongue. He wasn't good with names or faces but he'd try to remember this one, in case any others came looking for missing friends. "I'm Cathun. I.... "

But then the young vagabond sighed, deflating as if someone had pricked the bloated balloon of his pride with a needle. The brightness of his sparks faded a little, as did the glow of the flickering gaze, and whatever confidence it was that Erebos had seen suddenly appeared a bit worn and flaky, peeling off to reveal the petulant child beneath - one not so strong or self-assured, someone that was rather more close to the angst-riddled fox-master that stood opposite.

"I think she's in Dragon's Throat" he said, relenting to the inevitable. What good would keeping quiet do? Nothing but guilt, and he had enough of that stuff to carry anyway. "Can't be sure, never talked to her, but if it's the same filly I think about then she lives there. Like me."

The last was little more than a murmur, quickly thrown out there before he was tempted to leave it out. Erebos would probably need proof of how he could know, right? Sure, he could come up with a lie, tell some tall tale of rumors and wind, but to what end?

"I guess" he continued, and now the reluctance was visible, audible, palpable in the very air, "I could take you there. Unless..." and suddenly Cathun turned his eyes on the unicorn with dawning hope in the eyes, "you know the way?"

Or maybe he was busy, couldn't go, wasn't really interested in seeing the chick after all now that he had a chance... oh it was all insane hope on his part, improbable and rather mean, but Cathun really didn't want to escort this person to the Throat. Not that he had anything against Erebos, the colt was pleasant enough (and hadn't he already decided that they were friends, tied by fate?) it was just that he wasn't in the mood for a telling off by Ampere. Or Gaucho. Or - Cathun shuddered - Amaris.

For some reason, out of the three of them the filly seemed him the most frightening. He didn't know what he'd do if she stopped talking to him. What if she cried?



@[Erebos] Please make him go home xD It's so amusing to watch him squirm.

Cathun

The firebrand