12-02-2017, 08:55 PM
It has been a few minutes since Faux has begun writing his letter to his mother as commanded by his sister, Intarsia. A solemn look still written across the young tiger male's face as he continues to find the words he should write back to his mother, whom he hasn't seen in months since he left his home of Garhold. Every now and then, his eyes would dart back and forth between the letter and his sister, who is now taken by his handwriting. Her surprised face does put him at some ease as it reminds him of the same wondrous look she would have when they used to go out and play together as children, but it is later followed by feelings of uncertainty.
Within a few moments the quill goes from tapping on the table to laying flat upon it. Faux's hands then both clasp behind his head as he leans back in his seat and stares off into space.
"Hey...Tarsi. Can I ask you something?"
Within a few moments the quill goes from tapping on the table to laying flat upon it. Faux's hands then both clasp behind his head as he leans back in his seat and stares off into space.
"Hey...Tarsi. Can I ask you something?"