home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
there are many paths to tread
”Why do you care?”
The question rings in his mind, over and over and over again until his head begins to ache. It’s an annoying distraction, made even worse when he realizes he doesn’t know the answer - why was he here? The Dusk Court wasn’t his home, and it was unusually hard for him to pretend that it was.
He shakes his head at himself, rendered silent by his thoughts. He listens to Theodosia's singing in silence, letting her voice drown out the others' words. Her words mean nothing to him - Toulouse has never felt alone, at least not in the way others might - but he still flicks an ear in her direction, his head tilting in contemplation. It is only the antlered man's announcement that brings him back out of his thoughts.
”Well, you heard what he said,” he finally says after Lysander takes his leave, taking a step towards the gopher and the pegasus whose wing covered it. ”Best to bring it inside, out of the chill. Find it some decent help.” ’Because obviously it won’t find any out here,’ he doesn’t say, though he spares a sideways look for the would-be gopher-killer nonetheless. After gesturing to Theodosia, he begins to make his way through the gathered crowd in the direction of the city.
He only hopes someone else would follow along - and hopefully lead the way, otherwise Toulouse might easily find himself lost within the foreign Court.
And that certainly wouldn’t help his case any.
walk. "talk."
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rhiaan art
