06-19-2014, 01:47 AM
Trey goes still and her attention centers on Kalen and Kalen meets her eyes, steadily. He frowns when she starts to tug at the collar of her shirt, but the sight of the tattoo stops him, and whatever reply he might have made about whether he was joking dies on his tongue.
His eyes widen, just slightly, because he was not expecting it to be tattooed on the girl. Were it not entirely a metaphorical glimpse of the ouroboros on the her, he had assumed the symbol would be a talisman. After the first shock of recognition his eyes go distant in a hazy, attention gone off into the ether kind of way.
And then he remembers there was a question. That there are all sorts of questions he might ask. That spike in intensity when he calls his attention back to Trey doesn't last though.
Kalen is a lot of things. Not all of them are kind or warm or even remotely comprehensible. But Trey is a child. Who was probably less prepared for that exchange than he was. So his expression softens enough that it matches the still gentle tone of his voice. "That...is not what I expected. I'm sorry. Go ahead."
His attention tracks to Sid. "It...at least looks very like that." He frowns, trying to figure out some way to frame what little he knows. He hadn't thought of it, but he wasn't there for the girl's introduction. He tries to remember the story but instead remembers what Ian said about the world being shaped by them.
His eyes shift to look to where the Node should be. "When Ian gets back, we should talk. I think maybe he understood something of this better than I did. If...." But he doesn't finish his sentence and he doesn't look back at Sid. He isn't really looking at a drained pond either. His eyes may be pointed in that direction, but all he sees is broken rock and splintered wood and smoke.
His eyes widen, just slightly, because he was not expecting it to be tattooed on the girl. Were it not entirely a metaphorical glimpse of the ouroboros on the her, he had assumed the symbol would be a talisman. After the first shock of recognition his eyes go distant in a hazy, attention gone off into the ether kind of way.
And then he remembers there was a question. That there are all sorts of questions he might ask. That spike in intensity when he calls his attention back to Trey doesn't last though.
Kalen is a lot of things. Not all of them are kind or warm or even remotely comprehensible. But Trey is a child. Who was probably less prepared for that exchange than he was. So his expression softens enough that it matches the still gentle tone of his voice. "That...is not what I expected. I'm sorry. Go ahead."
His attention tracks to Sid. "It...at least looks very like that." He frowns, trying to figure out some way to frame what little he knows. He hadn't thought of it, but he wasn't there for the girl's introduction. He tries to remember the story but instead remembers what Ian said about the world being shaped by them.
His eyes shift to look to where the Node should be. "When Ian gets back, we should talk. I think maybe he understood something of this better than I did. If...." But he doesn't finish his sentence and he doesn't look back at Sid. He isn't really looking at a drained pond either. His eyes may be pointed in that direction, but all he sees is broken rock and splintered wood and smoke.