06-08-2017, 08:24 PM
Trystan didn't think otherwise. Of course he was no fool to think that by having such abilities, it would answer all of his problems. What he was seeking though was a quest that would right the wrong done to him. As much as he could hate his grandfather for suggesting to his parents that they sell him, the idea only came to mind because someone threatened their status.
Drinks, of the alcoholic nature at least, usually eluded him. He was young st the time and that was saying much given he was the oldest sibling. He as twenty now, but still that concept eluded him. There was a first time for everything, he supposed. His brown eyes glanced a bit at the green haired male though, who had this daunting gaze fixed upon as if he was ready to leap. He could try it, but he wouldn't guarantee the other might endure. He knew his way around some fists and swords if he needed. Some high class individuals preferred that after all. He kept walking instead, following behind Minos, dismissing the words the other male said. The man looked a tad too bizarre to try and upset presently.
"Others," he inquired. "Are they guests or do they live here as well?"
The mansion looked spacious enough for the latter, but he had nothing else to inquire about other than the obvious living upon clouds matter. Even then, couldn't that just be summed up to being done by magic? Most of his answers would lie within the mansion itself and not outside, of course, so he had no reason to stall or try to be defiant. The best route to pursue, for him at least, was to follow.
Drinks, of the alcoholic nature at least, usually eluded him. He was young st the time and that was saying much given he was the oldest sibling. He as twenty now, but still that concept eluded him. There was a first time for everything, he supposed. His brown eyes glanced a bit at the green haired male though, who had this daunting gaze fixed upon as if he was ready to leap. He could try it, but he wouldn't guarantee the other might endure. He knew his way around some fists and swords if he needed. Some high class individuals preferred that after all. He kept walking instead, following behind Minos, dismissing the words the other male said. The man looked a tad too bizarre to try and upset presently.
"Others," he inquired. "Are they guests or do they live here as well?"
The mansion looked spacious enough for the latter, but he had nothing else to inquire about other than the obvious living upon clouds matter. Even then, couldn't that just be summed up to being done by magic? Most of his answers would lie within the mansion itself and not outside, of course, so he had no reason to stall or try to be defiant. The best route to pursue, for him at least, was to follow.