After speaking awhile longer with Bran, Bran offered one of the rooms for him to stay for the night which Tholo took, the feeling of fatigue finally catching up to him after the plane trip there. A night of rest would do him some good, perhaps make him figure out what he would do next.
-------a few hours later-----------
Tholo opened his eyes slowly, shifting himself to look over at the side table where the buzzing noise was coming from. A dull light came from the phone as well as it clattered against the wood of small table. He huffed in annoyance wondering who in the world texted or called at such an ungodly hour in the night.
"Should of turned the bloody thing off," he mumbled to himself as he reached over to grab the electronic device that had awoken him from his mostly peaceful slumber. The number that appeared on his phone was a new one to him. He figured it probably was some dumb advertisement for some pointless item, but opened it none the less to see what the heck it was. What he found made him sit up and made him nearly fully awake at that moment.
Wish you were here, Wolf.
The image provided with the text showed a rather pleasing morning day, suggesting that where ever she was, she wasn't in the states at that moment of time. He got up now thinking on how to really respond, the thought of sleep put aside. He looked out the window and was greeted with a sight of the cold night sky, clearer then any night sky would ever be in the city of New York, the moon high above waning. He decided the best reply was with a picture of his own as well as a text back.
"You are my moon, Trixy. No matter the distance, we are always together."
Despite how cheesy it sounded he felt it fit and part of that old romantic side crept in him from those centuries ago as he peered into the sky again looking at that spherical object hanging above and smiling as he sent the image with caption back returning to the covers of his bed putting the phone back to the side table, and going to sleep again, though not caring if his phone woke him again.
-------a few hours later-----------
Tholo opened his eyes slowly, shifting himself to look over at the side table where the buzzing noise was coming from. A dull light came from the phone as well as it clattered against the wood of small table. He huffed in annoyance wondering who in the world texted or called at such an ungodly hour in the night.
"Should of turned the bloody thing off," he mumbled to himself as he reached over to grab the electronic device that had awoken him from his mostly peaceful slumber. The number that appeared on his phone was a new one to him. He figured it probably was some dumb advertisement for some pointless item, but opened it none the less to see what the heck it was. What he found made him sit up and made him nearly fully awake at that moment.
Wish you were here, Wolf.
The image provided with the text showed a rather pleasing morning day, suggesting that where ever she was, she wasn't in the states at that moment of time. He got up now thinking on how to really respond, the thought of sleep put aside. He looked out the window and was greeted with a sight of the cold night sky, clearer then any night sky would ever be in the city of New York, the moon high above waning. He decided the best reply was with a picture of his own as well as a text back.
"You are my moon, Trixy. No matter the distance, we are always together."
Despite how cheesy it sounded he felt it fit and part of that old romantic side crept in him from those centuries ago as he peered into the sky again looking at that spherical object hanging above and smiling as he sent the image with caption back returning to the covers of his bed putting the phone back to the side table, and going to sleep again, though not caring if his phone woke him again.