How long until they got to the ladder and how long until he gave up on trying to be nice, trying to act like an idiot and just showed the blonde that he was made of anything but the worst? Playing nice had always been his strong point, he wasn't like his father, who found so much enjoyment in others pain, he sometimes inflicted it on those who deserved it for fun, but all that was ... well, that wasn't worth his time, so why should he and what did it even get him, if anything at all? Yujin shook his head, apparently only to himself rather than at the blonde, but all in all, this wasn't what he wanted and this wasn't what he'd end up getting anyway. So, where was all of this going and why was it happening? It was dark as hell out here and no matter what he did, or at least tried to do, it seemed like it would only lead him further down to hell. "No, I know no strangers, though. What I'm saying is, if that helps you with your frustrations, who am I to decline? You said you'd push me off of a cliff if I continued to talk this much bullshit and so I let you, I mean, I'm fine." Not that it seemed to help, simply for the fact that Richard was the one that was wet and pissed off now, but at least he wasn't thinking about whatever had plagued him before, or did he?
"Bandages don't fix mental pain, though", he suddenly blurted out. They didn't even help in a case like this and they never would, so what kind of purpose did all of this serve? Was it just to appease the sheep that had been dragged all the way down here by his father against his will or was it all in vain and he was just doing something to feel better about himself rather than help Richard with anything. God, he didn't know and Yujin wasn't about to test his luck, not when they got close to where they were supposed to be going and he already spotted the wooden ladder that led up from the ground, all the way back onto the hills. "I wouldn't be, I'm used to it - but you aren't and that's alright." He couldn't do much except reassure Richard that this here was fine, even now, when they were both soaked, close to freezing and wouldn't be able to stay out here for long. So, where was all of this going to lead and why was there nothing that either of them could do about it? Up the ladder and then, where exactly? "Arikin? I could tell you, but I'm sure that your father would rather explain that. I mean, it fits you, no doubt about it, but ... well, I guess that's eastern wolf names for you." In the end, Arikin sounded nothing like his name, or that of his siblings, but it felt in line with Nayantais own who, despite being raised in Silesse and born here, had a name of different origin, so it all fell in line. "Look, I don't know how much you know about your wolf heritage, but your wolf name fits with Nayantais - they're of eastern origin and are more common around the borders to Adrestia and in the middle of Thria. My name is, well, from Silesse, therefor of western origin, and both of my parents were born and raised down here. The name isn't bad, that's not what I'm insinuating, I'm just saying that if you don't feel like using it, you shouldn't. Different part of Thria, different traditions."
"Bandages don't fix mental pain, though", he suddenly blurted out. They didn't even help in a case like this and they never would, so what kind of purpose did all of this serve? Was it just to appease the sheep that had been dragged all the way down here by his father against his will or was it all in vain and he was just doing something to feel better about himself rather than help Richard with anything. God, he didn't know and Yujin wasn't about to test his luck, not when they got close to where they were supposed to be going and he already spotted the wooden ladder that led up from the ground, all the way back onto the hills. "I wouldn't be, I'm used to it - but you aren't and that's alright." He couldn't do much except reassure Richard that this here was fine, even now, when they were both soaked, close to freezing and wouldn't be able to stay out here for long. So, where was all of this going to lead and why was there nothing that either of them could do about it? Up the ladder and then, where exactly? "Arikin? I could tell you, but I'm sure that your father would rather explain that. I mean, it fits you, no doubt about it, but ... well, I guess that's eastern wolf names for you." In the end, Arikin sounded nothing like his name, or that of his siblings, but it felt in line with Nayantais own who, despite being raised in Silesse and born here, had a name of different origin, so it all fell in line. "Look, I don't know how much you know about your wolf heritage, but your wolf name fits with Nayantais - they're of eastern origin and are more common around the borders to Adrestia and in the middle of Thria. My name is, well, from Silesse, therefor of western origin, and both of my parents were born and raised down here. The name isn't bad, that's not what I'm insinuating, I'm just saying that if you don't feel like using it, you shouldn't. Different part of Thria, different traditions."
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.