"Teach us? Do they teach you? Aside from your Thrian teacher?", Caelan asked teasingly. Ronan knew a whole lot about those wolves, their habits and their lifestyles and Caelan would lie if he claimed it was useless knowledge. Why wouldn' they learn about their neighbours? But overall the wolves weren't of much interest to Adrestians, much like their land which had some woods, but otherwise was mostly icy tundra. What would farmers do there? Even hunters had it easier in Adrestias woods. Caelan didn't know much about the wolves besides what childrens stories told him, about them being savages, almost like wild animals, but even he knew that those stories were very much over emphasizing on their way of life. They might not have houses and walls, but that didn't mean they were wild. Either way, Caelan couldn't claim to know much about them. "You're amazing, you know that?", Caelan asked Ronan with another soft smile. He was glad to be able to look at Ronans face, without him looking back, fixating on that fresh scar of his, feeling guilty about it. "You're working so hard for Alster and you're learning about our neighbours." Meanwhile Caelan was a troublemaker or at the very least lazy, rather prancing about Fhaergus mountains than reading a book.
Caelan chuckled and acted defeated for Ronans sake. "Alright alright, there was no moan, just some red flushed skin and goosebumps.", Caelan purred, continuing treating Ronan with utmost care and loving gestures. This hut was perfect, no one would find them here and Caelan thought about just staying here for a week, instead of going to Fhaergus and meeting with his father. Why would they go there? Ronan was only sent here to apologize to Caelans family, but Caelan knew that nobody truly cared about that. His farher never was on Caelans side and would probably tell Ronan, that he earned that new scar of his due to his own stupidy - it had to happen at some point. Ronan wouldn't be blamed by him, oh no and that was good in Caelans book. He didn't need another old duke to be a dick towards him and Caelan was very much able to take the heat from his own father. "Why?", Caelan asked. "Well because it means I can continue I suppose." Caelan chuckled again and proceeded showering Ronan with love while he marbled at the young man who wore nothing more than a shirt at this point, his cheeks flushed red, his mouth slightly open to gasp for air and his hand grasping for a pillow.
Caelan chuckled and acted defeated for Ronans sake. "Alright alright, there was no moan, just some red flushed skin and goosebumps.", Caelan purred, continuing treating Ronan with utmost care and loving gestures. This hut was perfect, no one would find them here and Caelan thought about just staying here for a week, instead of going to Fhaergus and meeting with his father. Why would they go there? Ronan was only sent here to apologize to Caelans family, but Caelan knew that nobody truly cared about that. His farher never was on Caelans side and would probably tell Ronan, that he earned that new scar of his due to his own stupidy - it had to happen at some point. Ronan wouldn't be blamed by him, oh no and that was good in Caelans book. He didn't need another old duke to be a dick towards him and Caelan was very much able to take the heat from his own father. "Why?", Caelan asked. "Well because it means I can continue I suppose." Caelan chuckled again and proceeded showering Ronan with love while he marbled at the young man who wore nothing more than a shirt at this point, his cheeks flushed red, his mouth slightly open to gasp for air and his hand grasping for a pillow.