Gospeller
Tempered Preacher
Raising his hand to reach for the boy as he ran, though failing, Isaac muttered under his breath. "Wait hold u-..." A low groan escaped him, and a clear sense of disappointment was expressed by his face. However, it steadily shifted towards a sense of rejoice as he saw Bliss. First, out of the corner of his eye, and then in full sight. His shoulders slumped in relief, as if a tension that had wrecked in his chest was finally released. With a few, pained steps, he made his way towards her, despite the disapproving looks of the village woman, who most probably was uncertain whether he was in good enough sense to be walking around just yet.
"Allo', ya'sleep well?" He let a slight grin creep upon his face, but immediately felt he was being almost too friendly, and had to restrict himself. "N-...Not that it matters or anything, I mean, as long as you can travel. I don't know." The tall boy's shoulders raised and fell in a light shrug. Isaac's eyes hovered around the village in which they were now situated. "Do you ... know anything about the place?"
"Allo', ya'sleep well?" He let a slight grin creep upon his face, but immediately felt he was being almost too friendly, and had to restrict himself. "N-...Not that it matters or anything, I mean, as long as you can travel. I don't know." The tall boy's shoulders raised and fell in a light shrug. Isaac's eyes hovered around the village in which they were now situated. "Do you ... know anything about the place?"