Jul 11 08:19:41 105 PA

From Chronicles

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Desmond is sans books to read today. Rather, he spends this weekend morning in thought. Sitting on one of the benches near the fountain, he has his legs crossed. He's taken off his boots to make for a more comfortable posture, his hands laid upon his knees as he gazes towards the ground steadily. His ears are perked, listening to the calming sound of the water behind him as it babbles away. Though his expression lingers in the realm of neutral, there is a subtle tension present within that lingers despite the calming environment.

Aimee is here purely to find him, her steps taking her through the park, past Moes, to here. She pauses, watching him for a moment with an odd expression on her face, before she smiles, moving forward. "Mon chat..." She calls softly, making her way to his side. "You look as if the thoughts are heavy in your head..."

The big male's eyes open fully when she speaks, his head lifted and turned towards her. It takes a moment for the soft haze of deep thought to leave Desmond's eyes, but as he blinks the state away his expression softens. Though the light tension remains as he lifts a hand towards her, inviting her to come closer. "Yes.. something of great significance has occurred. For Kesslan. I do not know what it will mean for him, but I am concerned."

She moves closer, leaning her body against his, her arms curling around his neck. She bends her head to drop a kiss against his cheek, her eyes thoughtful. "What happened? He isn't hurt?" The question is almost a whisper against his ear, she is leaning that closely. Her face, like her eyes, is thoughtful, contemplative.

Desmond curls that welcoming arm about her gently, his head given a slight shake after the kiss and question. His hand coming to a casual, comfortable rest upon the curve of her hip. "Some of his people have come. I was at the park, speaking to some others. He too came and.. it all happened quite suddenly. A portal opened and they came though on a hover vehicle." He pauses a moment to let her process this before he continues. "There was an elder with them. They spoke of being pursued by the Atorians. But they are here for a time. He went with them, for the elder to share words with him." He looks to her and clarifies his own thoughts, "This is not bad in and of itself. Perhaps very good, for he could have an easy means to tell his people of what there is to find here. Though what private words there are to speak.. I know not what they might share. I wonder what effect this will have for him and the burdens he willingly takes upon himself."

"His people? But I thought..." She trails off, her forehead wrinkling, the thoughtfulness driven out by confusion. "They came here, but did the At...what do you call them? Atorians? Did they follow?" She leans back enough to see his face, and to watch him. "It must be a shock for him,..."

"It was.. I have never seen him so taken by anything before," Desmond confides. "Despite that, he did address them with confidence when the first shock passed. As to the Atorians.. I know not if they will come through, but the portal closed before anything could emerge. There were.. insect creatures on the other end before it closed. The other end of the portal.. there was a rancid scent that came though. Perhaps it was his homeland. He has told me before that his home would be toxic to those such as well."

She shudders slightly, leaning back into him, her face hidden for a moment. "Poor mon minet. It must have been a shock for him, to have his past life arrive, ..." Her fingers stroke his neck idly, her face thoughtful once more. "Do you think he will leave with them?" There is an underlying trace of anxiety in those words, her eyes searching his face, perhaps for answers he does not have.

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "They have spoken of coming and going.. perhaps they have a steady means to travel worlds," he rumbles thoughtfully. "I don't believe that he will go with them.. especially if they can come and go. But I anticipate he will come to speak with me soon. So too the elder.. he has promised words in time. I will admit, I find the potential of speaking to such as they fascinating. The ways of his people.. they resonate with me, even though I have not lived by them. To learn more of such things.. it would be a favorable pursuit." Though he is quick to add, "MY roots are here, however.. I have no plans to travel unless you are at my side."

She nods slowly, listening to his words, digesting them slowly, her forehead wrinkled. "They might want you to return too?" She questions, drawing a little back from him, her eyes studying his face, before the lowered lashes conceal her thoughts. "What would they think of mon minet and I, and you?" This thought does show its troubling lines on her face, drawing eyebrows together.

"No.. but I did not wish you to mistake my interest in their ways," Desmond rumbles to her. "I do have a deep interest in his people.. in their ways. But it won't draw me from you. Perhaps I assumed much in that, but I would make myself clear to you." Then a pause to consider their situation. "I know not what they would think of you and I. Or Kesslan and yourself. What he and I share, it is accepted amongst their kind, as is the bonding of more than just two." His brow furrows as he notes, "So too I know not what they might think of the truth of my past.. my origins. I think that I might know better when there is a moment to speak with the elder. But even then.. I am hesitant to bring up such a thing. I do not wish to bring dishonor to Kesslan by association if such things are frowned upon. I think I will ask him of these things, for I know he at least is accepting."

She listens, her face thoughtful, but not revealing of those thoughts. "Perhaps it is better to know before we show ourselves to them. I would not have anything hurt mon minet, not for the world." She lifts a hand, to touch her fingertips against his cheek gently. "Wait, and don't borrow the trouble, mon chat. You are worrying over things that might not be." She hesitates, her forehead wrinkling slightly. "We all do that."

Desmond tilts his head into the touch, his eyes half closing as he rumbles, "I cannot but worry for him. Perhaps you know it not, but he thinks more towards other than himself. A favorable thing to a point, but I believe it takes it to the extreme. Previously I read some books on massage. A skill I had hoped to cultivate for you and for him, to provide ease. I did practice the skill upon him, as mastering the application of force is safer with him.. I did cause him some discomfort before getting a proper handle on it. He had great tension within him.. tension that he thought natural. This, along with talks we have had, build my concern for him and his well being."

Her thumb brushes against his cheek, her mouth curving slightly. "Massage, huh..." She murmurs, her gaze affectionate, before she drops a light kiss against his mouth. "I think, you are right but perhaps, mon chat, wait for him to call us. If his friends, they don't think what we do is right...?" She gives him a look of some anxiety, biting her lower lip. "What then? For the greater good, would he not give us up?"

Desmond receives and returns on the kiss lightly, his other arm lifting, slipping around her waist as he pivots his upper body to face Aimee, considering her words quietly. "I am waiting.. I wish to speak to Kesslan first. To know what they have told him.. what he thinks and intends after this. To decide then what to do." He cants his head slightly then and rumbles, "I would not care for their thoughts on this in the end, if they would condemn. He.. I know not. But i sense that for 'greater good' he would sacrifice of himself. Including the bond we hold. It seems his nature.. that he believes it is his lot to suffer for the greater. Despite my words to the contrary on this. It is another reason that I hold great concern for him.. wish to give to him what happiness I can."

She nudges at his legs, aiming to stand between them, closer to him, face to face. "I know you are, he would give up anything for people." She sighs softly, "Stupid cat." Those two words are soft, rueful, matching her eyes. "When he is done talking, we will be there for him, and do as he needs." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, green eyes watching him through her lashes.

Desmond adjusts his posture as Aimee seems to desire, the posture shifting to one more natural, his arms wrapping her lower back anew as he gazes into her eyes. "Bound by his honor.. favorable, though how much he would sacrifice.." He shakes his head slightly. "He takes on more than he should. Looks too easily to ways that harm him." He dips his head, turned to lay it against her breast lightly. "If I speak to him before you, I will come to you with what I may.. he and the others went to speak of private things. Kesslan sought to include me, but it was denied. Though I would hide nothing from you, if there is something Kesslan wishes me to keep discreet, I hope you will understand if I do. Though as he spoke for me, so too will I speak for your right to know."

Aimee runs her fingers lightly across his head, stroking, soothingly. "Of course. I understand, mon chat. Sometimes there are things you cannot tell anyone." She shrugs lightly, "Sometimes for their own good..." She murmurs the words, pressing lips against the top of his head, a gentle gesture. She leans her body into his, the movement somehow more tender than sexual, comforting rather than teasing.

Desmond seems to take it as it is given, quiet for a few moments after her words. His thoughts rolling to something new. She might get a sense from him that some quiet thing works against the calming touch she gives. The big male finally decides that this need be said. "Aimee.. there is something else to share." But even then he takes a moment to decide how to phrase things. "Before the arrival, Kelley and a woman, Monique were there. It seems that he has turned his affections towards her. I know not what has fallen between you two since the times before, but I think it proper that you know this.. and likely you would have discovered it in time. So too he knows of our coming union, though I had thought to take care in revealing such things to him.. to adhere to avoid seeming boastful. The reveal of it was unintentional, but as he asked after, I answered what questions he had carefully." He keeps his posture as it is as he speaks, an ear perked for her response.

She listens, still in his arms as he speaks. Her fingers pause during his comments but she resumes stroking gently, silent for a few moments before she replies. "I thought perhaps he would find someone quickly. I am glad for him." She draws back, a smile on her lips as her hands hold his face in her hands, bending her head to drop a kiss on his lips. "And I have these wonderful men in my life. Mon chat, mon minet. Why would I be upset?" She shrugs lightly, her eyes studying him. "And he had to hear. If he has someone new, it shouldn't upset him."

Desmond lifts his head when she moves back, looking to her eyes as she cups his head. Some concern at first, but it fades as she speaks, the kiss again returned gently. He nods his head slightly, so has not to break the light contact. "I know not his thoughts.. he asked an odd question of me before the coming of Kesslan's people, but otherwise it was hard to read him. More concerned for you I was than for he. I still hold the same feelings towards him as before, but I am polite to him, for you."

She rubs her thumbs gently over his cheeks, her eyes studying his face, thoughtfully. "An odd question? What was it?" Softly, her forehead wrinkling slightly. "I think, he and I can't be friends. I can't be comfortable with him, not in a way I can with a friend. He doesn't see me, not as I am." Regret in her voice.

"He asked 'How I do it'. I asked him what he meant, but before a response could come, Kesslan's people came," Desmond rumbles, his thoughts rolling back to the strange question, which has escaped his grasp somehow. And to her other words he states, "That then is his folly, for who you are is a wondrous thing. Perilous and wondrous." Those words spoken with a fond warmth in his deep voice, not a flicker of insult meant by the odd characterization. "But I feel I can understand that this is true now.. he spoke of you as random. But that is not true.. you are tempestuous, but in the way of fire.. at times unpredictable, but understandable." The ease with which he comes up with these thoughts and largish words, it might be obvious he has considered these things before.

"How do you do what, mon chat?" Her face holds confusion, "I think he needs something softer, a little kinder." She smiles at him then, softness in her face, "Than your flame." She leans into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging tightly. "He doesn't understand, if you put your hands over a flame, to keep it safely, you smother it and it dies." She hides her face against Desmond's neck, her hair tickling against him.

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "I know not what h meant.. I thought perhaps you might fathom his aims, but I suppose it shall remain a mystery." Then he adds, "Monique seems to be just as you believe he needs. She is quiet and softer. And very kind. I spoke to her of my thoughts towards Kelley and she accepted it without reproach." As she leans into him, he lifts one hand to stroke his fingers through her curls, giving a nod as he rumbles, "It is just so.. you must be held gently, with care. Allowed to grow and change. Tended with care and respected. All things I have had to learn and knowledge I treasure."

She lifts her shoulders slightly, leaning into the touch, tilting her head into his stroking. With Desmond sat on one of the benches beside the fountain, and she stood between his legs, leaning into him, her hands against his face. "I don't know, I think perhaps he and I did never understand each other." She bends her head, dropping a light kiss against his lips. "We both need our freedoms, mon chat." Softly spoken, with affection.

Having finally found a moment to himself since the entirely unexpected arrival of the other pantherans, Kesslan has come to the museum. The others left to their own devices for the time being to make what preperations they feel they need. Perhaps a few even now exploring the sights of this museum. Kesslan simply decided he needed a moment to get away from it all to get his head straight and thus he's come here to the garden, his head still swimming a little at the implications of everything. He's not even had a moment's rest yet to even begin to consider what those implications could be, and thus, in this mildly agitated and distracted state, he doesnt even notice the presence of Aimee or Desmond. At least not yet.

"And we have them with each other, even if there are times of conflict," Desmond replies to Aimee lowly. The latest kiss received with the same welcome. "It seems that what has come before has seen full circle and closure.." Whatever it is that alerts Desmond to Kesslan's presence, it comes to him then. His head turned within the frame of Aimee's hands, looking towards the entrance as Kesslan moves away from it, some moments after his actual entry. His expression firming slightly from the soft, warm relaxation he often comes to in Aimee's presence. he will lift his head gently from her touch, but will keep his arms around her as he lifts his voice. "Kesslan." Greeting him with a note of his prior concern leaking back into his voice.

She steps back, turning to face the newly arrived feline, "Mon minet?" She questions softly, her eyes moving over him, almost automatically checking him for physical harm done. "Do you want Desmond alone?" The offer is made, softly, without resentment. Her fingers still stroke lightly against Desmond's neck, gently caressing. "If you two wish to talk..." Leaning her hip against Desmond's side, she watches Kesslan.

For the first little while Kesslan doesnt respond, he'd not exactly expected to find either Desmond or Aimee here, and he's lost in a confused jumble of thoughts. Throw in the fact that for the first time in ages he'd gone back to using his native language on a regular basis, and his mind doesnt quite catch, nor intially translate the words spoken. It's something he generally has to think about at least just a little, and in his highly distracted state, simply isnt capable of doing.

All of which explains why he suddenly blinks a little and looks over a little dumbly at Desmond and Aimee, his mind still in the process of registering their presence. "Sorry... is well?" he asks, sounding even as distracted as he looks, and failing to answer the question posed.

Desmond frowns slightly and rises then with Aimee drawn back, to approach Kesslan directly. Though before he does so he looks to Aimee and places a hand on her shoulder. A soft grip that might speak 'stay' in a mute manner. "I am well, but you do not seem so. Come.. sit." Inviting even as he will extend a hand to take Kesslan's. He doesn't expect to find any fight against the touch, nor his intent to draw Kesslan towards the quiet, calming sound of the fountain. For the moment, he will focus on giving Kesslan some comfort, some grounding in their presence, perhaps. The touch, the invitation amongst the two, where they were settled before. He's taken his boots off before to make himself more comfortable, they linger still near the bench.

She obeys that mute request, but hangs back, perching in his seat on the bench, her legs drawn up to be hugged, for her chin to rest on whilst she watches them with worried eyes. Her eyes follow each small movement of both men, tracing their expressions and gestures with thoughts hidden in her eyes, the lashes used to good effect. Kesslan still seems a little out of sorts, but he goes along away, for the sight of Aimee and Desmond is indeed a welcome one, he's just... well. Not himself quite this moment obviously. Distracted still and relatively lost in thought. Still, he does lean over to give Aimee a fond if sitll somewhat detatched nuzzling first. "Just.. that only not true ever belive thing this as could happen." he sasys in lame and poorly worded explanation.

Desmond seems to understand and responds, "So too did I not think such a thing could occur.. that they would find their way here." Just the thought of it leads a flurry of questions to rise up in his mind. Yet in the immediate he keeps them leashed, if not banishing the sharpening of curiosity in his eyes. His intent is for Kesslan to sit where he can be between Aimee and himself. Either way, he will assume, "Many words have been shared, no doubt.. have you eaten? Rested?"

Aimee reaches out a hand, uncurling to offer to draw him down to sit with her, "Of course, how could you know?" She replies softly, her hand outstretched, welcomingly. Her face is softened, sympathetic, understanding, her own fears and worries pushed aside. "None of us could."

"It.. means much." Kesslan says softly, ignoring for the time the quesiton of if he'd had time to rest or eat. "Truth that is much importance in this as even elder see. He is of the spirit touched, mean then that perhaps way back they could find if safe return have he. If this then done, much easier is task, much good for pantheran this will do." he looks to Aimee and then Desmond then, "Much this will change."

Desmond nods his head once and rumbles, "So too I had considered.. they spoke of going and returning. If such is truth, your mission seems to have become an easier thing.. all there would be then is to gather for them to pick up and use, yes? Or better yet, others could come to scour for what is needed. I know not of what lies at the far corners of this world, but many a fanciful story I have heard in passing. I given them no credence in the details, but who can say what else is to be found out there?"

She listens to his words, her gaze resting on his face, before moving to Desmond's, uncertainly. Then, she rises from the seat, a decision made, her face firming in expression as she moves closer to Kesslan, first reaching to touch him lightly with her hand, and then, if he allows, curling arms around him to hug tightly.

She listens to his words, her gaze resting on his face, before moving to Desmond's, uncertainly. Then, she moves in the seat, a decision made, her face firming in expression as she moves closer to Kesslan, first reaching to touch him lightly with her hand, and then, if he allows, curling arms around him to hug tightly.

The touch and embrace are not resisted, merely leaned into slightly. Beyond this there is not much in the way of a response. The pantheran still seeming rather out of it, certainly having an obviously hard time coping with what this all heralds, not just for himself, but for his people. A chance certainly, a better one definately than he alone could have accomplished. He remains there quietly for a few mimnets before one arm moves to embrace Aimee, while the other offers the same treatment to Desmond. "It is the elders decision that for the time, here must I stay. Plan they to return with more, to seek more. And wish they that I find more for them to return with. Such was plan to follow when begun this we did, yet seems it, that I am only one of all sent away to contact again."

Desmond returns the touch, one of his arms moving to drape over Kesslan's shoulders. Listening to his words carefully, seeking to understand past the still developing roughness of his speech. "I am quite glad you will remain, the possibility that you might depart was something I considered. What you say.. they did plan to seek those who were sent out as you were?" And while he does pay a good deal of attention to Kesslan as he responds, so too do his eyes flick towards Aimee from time to time, taking in her own reactions and words.

Aimee does nothing but snuggle against Kesslan, beneath his arm, her own going to circle his waist, her cheek against his chest. "You are staying?" Her voice is soft, "I was afraid you would leave us." Her face is hidden from Kesslan, but Desmond can see the truth written in it, her eyes shining green with tears. "They plan to bring more?" Confusion rises and she blinks the tears away, sitting back.

"Go would I if they willed, but return would I." Kesslan says firmly to Aimee's concerns. "Go in future perhaps for a while must I some day." he turns to look at her, not feeling quite so overwhelmed now, or perhaps simply his mind, given focus once more, is simply shoving everything asside for the time being so that he can give more intelligible answers. "If can yes, some return shall. Desire is to make place this contact for other, explain did I this world lead to many other, lead to much other thing, have many clan, many thing. Others come will if can to do looking for these things." a pause then "War there was when left, but it was war between pantheran. Make look to Atorian that co-operate we were. Much change now, now all Pantheran fight Atorian. War such as not before been now is. Much fight, much death. Much disadvantage to Pantheran. Others from the starts come to help Pantheran fight. Pantheran will need more to help continue fight or fail will and world will burn under Atorian weapons."

Desmond listens to Kesslan's words, the talk of departure and return met with simple agreement for now. The rest drawn in with a different sort of attention. War.. this he knows to a point. "If there is disadvantage, then it is important that what is needed be found here. And that you do what you must to aid your kin in their struggle to survive." His hand shifts, gripping Kesslan's armored shoulder firmly. "We will be here should a time come that you must depart, as I told you before.. and you will always have a place with us, no matter what comes for you or for we two."

"I'm glad you would come back to us..." She returns the look, steadily, no sign of the tears, brushed aside. "What type of help?" She questions softly, before Desmond speaks, and she falls silent, leaning back into Kesslan's embrace for a moment before she pulls back, looking between the felines. "I think, me, that you two should talk. Desmond knows my thoughts, and sometimes you speak more freely about your feelings to him." She tilts her head back, offering him a kiss, her eyes warm but gentle.

Kesslan sighs softly "What ever pantheran can get, is need for." he says simply, leaning over to give Aimee that desired 'kiss' as best he can, and as allways there's that slight lick on her lips with his tongue as well. "Much they will need in time ahead, but think I spirit on side of Pantheran, for spirits help them find way here. Spirits answer plea from one who cannot hear words of spirits. Change everything this will for Pantheran, but as allways, pantheran adapt will."

Desmond lifts his other hand to extend it out and gently touch her shoulder as she indicates her departure to come. "Be well, My Flame. Perhaps we shall come to spend some time soon." He glances towards Kesslan at that, a light question in his eyes at that. And after she has gone, he looks to Kesslan and muses, "I have no doubt your people will adapt.. but I wonder what this changes for you in the now. You stay in the now, that much you have said. But what else comes for you? What did the elder have to share with you?" His curiosity bubbling over just a bit.

There is a pause then, a hesitance from Kesslan to answer that question... and yet it's one he does not like. "There are things Desmond, of which can I not tell others. Of these, oaths demanded and sworn were. Such choices are not of mine to make. Trust Aimee and Desmond with these things would I, but others do not. Not is my place to question these things of an Elder, for much pantherans have suffered at hands of those once trusted." He says at last "Of what can tell, the war is waged in open now. As one the clans fight, as one they rebel. But much help needed is. Help comes from the outside, but slow is. This why is most important for them to return soon, to bring with them what have found I, and what more can get they before go. Dangerous this be will for them, but all understand what must be done. All understand risk that is."

Desmond lifts his other hand to place his hand against Kesslan's chest, rumbling, "I expected this much. And so too I have told Aimee that there might be things that you tell me that I may not tell her. She too understands what must be in this." He cants his head slightly before clarifying, "You did not answer just what I asked. I understand the war that exists now. But what I wonder about is what this all means for you alone. Though I would understand if you are not yet sure what to make of it on a personal level."

"There is not that I would tell you, that would I not too tell Aimee. As what would affect you, in turn would affect her." The pantheran says firmly "Of myself, orders have I yes, but in end, change not they what would do have would before, only more... purpose in this have now. More reason. More hope. WIsh they I become important uppon this world, yet think I this is not a thing possible." he explains. "Yet know I that there is much one even such as I could do to aid others of my kind... much knowledge is there to be had even in this one place of this world. " a brief pause "It time is think I, that start learn I to read your language, so that explain may I write of how to read of your language, and then, when more come, could I give these things to them, and return could they to Seriv with not only what written have I, but too what others of this world have written. So that knowledge that even I not undestand could they in time have, and in turn open way for Pantheran to easier trade do with this world."

Desmond nods his head slowly as he processes this information. "Yes.. this is a favorable path. Much is the knowledge to be found in books. To let them learn the ways of reading and writing here will allow much knowledge to be known.. some of the learned ones of your people could come to explore the library here as well. Many are the books within.. surely some would have information that is of use. As to importance.. there are many ways to be so here. What you require are means to obtain weapons.. armor and other such things, yes?"

"More than simply this Desmond. Trade alone can aquire these things." Kesslan points out. "Much it would help yes to aid in these things getting, but information. This is key to all. Way to for Pantheran easy make of these things for self. Way to for Pantheran improve own thing. Way for pantheran to make trade on big many things with others. But find must they those who not will lie, those who are honourable instead must be found. This thing is think I could do."

"And I would aid in this as well," Desmond offers without hesitation. "Though know I few of learning who are known well enough to be to be trustworthy. There is Kelley, who seems learned. But.. I do not trust him. Cali, perhaps.. she knows much of things mechanical. I trust her and consider her a good friend, yet.. she is free with her words, often. Too free for information that you wish to be fully secure."

Kesslan nods "Truth in this yes. But of these things much there is that secret there need be not. Truth that if Atorian find this world and what do I would, would they attempt stop. But of others? Think I not as much, and if Atorian this world find, much more trouble be there will as Atorian would seek to claim this world for their own. And of this then would all turn to be enemy." he points out "Thus fear I not that if word go that seek I these things for other world. Enemies and friend alike it would draw, inevitable this is."

Desmond muses that for a few moments before he opines, "If the Atorians sought to take this world, they might find it a difficult thing," he rumbles. "But I would think it better that such a thing not be tested, for much chaos would be sewn in the process." He muses this quietly for a few moments. "I am not sure what help I could offer in this. Little do I know of learned matters, truth be told."

"Yet this world you know better than I. Know more of who one can trust, who one cannot. Know you where may I go to seek these things yes? Allready say you speak of Caliopa, had I known her not allready, then know not would I to seek her." Kesslan says softly, leaning over to nuzzle Desmond reassuringly. "Much there is you can do that think you not of yet. As it was with I."

Desmond nods his head once to that. "Truth be told, I know not too many.. though some, yes. But so too I could offer what insights I have as to the ways of humans. That much I can do." He returns the nuzzle gently and considers. "Kelley seems to have great interest in your people. no doubt it would be easy to garner learning of some sort from him. Though still I do not give him great trust. Of course, it might be my own dislike of him that speaks in this.. you might ask others on this, to gain a more balanced picture. There is Cali, yes.." He pauses, frowning faintly. "I am not sure of others at this moment. But Aimee may know. This we can discuss with her as well."

"Truth, Kelley could be sought in some things, but wary I would be of such a thing. I do not allways mistrust his motive, but trust I not his discression. Not with such thing so important. Think I he would not see as we do how important things as these can be, think I not, for all that he knows would he understand true the threat we face." Desmond shakes his head. "I will say no more on him. In part for Aimee, as I have promised her I will approach him with politeness. And to say more would be to dishonor that." He pauses and considers for a moment before he asks an old question. "Have you eaten? Slept? If not, then it is surely a good time for it, if you are here. It means that your immediate discussions with your kin have ended. No doubt there is much we will speak of in time, but I suspect you will need time to decide on the true path you wish to take. So too I will consider what you have told me.. and how I might aid you in it. In the now, however, more basic needs should be met."

Kesslan shakes his head slowly "No, eaten I have not." he replies finally "Sleep? No time no will. I feel not tired only... worn. My mind it does not let me rest when I try." he leans over to give Desmond another fond nuzzling "But yes, food at this time good it would be. A thing to distract me while I must wait, unable to do more than allready have I. Much have I prepared for them now that here they are. Soon they shall depart, they dare not stay long." Desmond nods and leans into the nuzzle, but soon after he does lean back from Kesslan, leaning down to start putting his boots back on. "Then at the least, I will aid you in sating hunger," he rumbles. "I have proper steaks at my abode.. I suspect they may linger in your own, thus better it might be for some time away, to be distracted. Allow your mind to settle. Perhaps that will allow you to secure some rest until they require you again," Deftly lacing the boots up as he muses these things aloud. "So too there are more personal matters to speak of.. concerns Aimee holds and that I share in part."

Kesslan nods, slowly standing as Desmond gets ready to depart "Yes, good this would be, and know I that for some time now ment you both to speak with me on these things, time it seems not has been uppon our side. But now while it is would good be." he agrees readily enough. Seeming a touch weary yet... not exactly sleepy, only worn. Desmond rises after he has his boots secured and shakes his head slightly. "Time is not a worry.. we have it and this immediate development is most important. Aimee knows this as do I." He goes to Kesslan again and lifts his arm, curling it once more over Kesslan's shoulder. "But we will speak more on these concerns after you have eaten and are comfortable. Come." And so he will look to draw Kesslan along without much delay.

Kesslan follows along quietly then, simply using the time to gather his thoughts, and by the time they arrive at Desmond's place the pantheran is looking considerably less... frazzled in stance than he was before. Though is apperance still retains that worn look, his bearing no longer carries quite the same touch to it. Indeed, it seems all he really needed was a slight change of pace for a while.

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