by Pistol Annie #1 NPC » Wed Dec 07, 2016 2:17 pm
[Wait, Cilan didn't fall into a river. I think you're talking about his first death. XD]
Rowan didn't know what he did wrong, and he flinched, his shoulders slumping in defeat and shame. Did he have Solara's eyes or something? His mother was Solara's sister, after all. Rowan himself shared few traits with the late Queen, and even their few common points differed. He gave warm hugs, but they were warm in a proper human way, not an inhumanly feverish way. He loved other people, but he actually showed it instead of remaining emotionless. He preferred warm showers, not because the cold water hurt him (it was painful to Solara) but because it reminded him of warm hugs. He enjoyed cold showers too, just not as much. They definitely didn't cause him pain though. Rowan didn't think he was very similar to his Aunt Solara. But one thing was for sure, he knew how she felt when people looked away from her eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. Rowan's first instinct was to apologize. He looked at the ground and nodded at what she said. "I suppose so. The more you practice the better you get."
Then she had to go, and Rowan looked up with a small smile. He didn't quite meet her eyes though, scared he would make her flinch again. "Good luck, but you won't need it."
Once she was gone, he went to the porch and sat down, just watching everyone. He was ready to step in upon the first sight of somebody getting hurt.
"Whatever," Cyprian grumbled to Laurel. "I don't need help but fine."
Actually, he did probably need help. There was a limited number of recipes he could cook. He knew like seven basic things, and they were stuff like toast sandwiches, boiled eggs, and scrambled eggs. Beyond that, he had no idea how to improvise. He wasn't allowed to cook at home because his father was a sexist imbecile, and his limited knowledge was from what little he could get from observing his mother. He didn't know any dinner food either, because when he tried to watch his mom cooking dinner, his dad would get furious.
He walked inside, and realized he forgot where the kitchen was. He was so smart! Laurel wasn't even behind him, and he got frustrated and had to look around everywhere. When he finally found the kitchen, he just stared at everything for a moment.
"Now, how do I do this..."
"Wolf!" Cilan yelled, running away from the large canine before it started... talking?
"Talking wolf!" Cilan yelled even louder.
Apparently Mallory sent the wolf, though, so Cilan calmed down and nodded. He followed after the wolf, having to jog to keep up. "So, how am I talking to you?"