[color=skyblue][center][h3]Altan[/h3][/center]

[b]"Heh, good point."[/b]

Altan wondered if any of the Laguz around the camp could sense his presence as a fellow member of their race. A feature that the Beorc could possibly observe that would make them come to the conclusion that he was Laguz was his height; not many Beorc were two meters tall.

Though, that was where the line was drawn. Altan no longer possessed his bear ears, the ones that Leena had found a habit in playing with. No trace of his Laguz blood was openly obvious, but it did not bother him too much. He was still as strong and capable in his human state. He extended his hand out towards the great fire and stared at the back of his palm, closing and opening his fist as veins rippled beneath his knuckles.

Altan drew a long yawn, the corner of his eye focused on Jix as he looked into the flame. [b]"This large expedition is pointless,"[/b] he laid back against the grass, the cool earth matching the breeze. [b]"Nobody cares about the tribes. I'll bet the soldiers are just flirting with the flock of hens."[/b][/color]

[color=limegreen][b]"And what about you, Altan?"[/b] Jix turned from the female, standing beside him.[/color]

[color=skyblue]Altan rolled onto his stomach, rising to his feet with his back to his overseer. [b]"Maybe some other time."[/b][/color]

[hr]

[color=limegreen][center][h3]Jix Moros[/h3][/center]

After seeing that Altan did not wish to talk about it, Jix returned to Aelia and apologized for cutting off their conversation abruptly. [b]"Jax is a quiet one,"[/b] he said. [b]"But he got sharp as a prod when he argued with my folks. He's a good kid, though; always gentle when it came to handlin' things around home."[/b]

[b]"It's late, sweetie. You should-"[/b][/color]

[color=skyblue][b]"As if she didn't notice, already?"[/b] Altan interjected from behind.[/color]

[color=limegreen]The commotion around the camp had grown more silent, with light chatter now joined by the sounds of people settling into the tents or sleeping. Jix cleared his throat, wearing his helmet. [b]"You should find yourself a place, I'll handle your horse."[/b][/color]

[b]"I got it,"[/b] Pogs suddenly emerged from the outer confines of the camp, taking the reins and beginning to guide the mount away from the fire. [b]"The cap'n wants you to speak with him, Jix; methinks you should get there in a swift."[/b]

[color=limegreen]Shaking his head and letting out a small laugh, Jix began to wipe away any potential blemishes on his green armor. [b]"You have yourself a good night, Aelia."[/b] He turned from the woman, walking off into the camp.[/color]