action;

[Darkleer is lost in his own thoughts in the silence. It's been a while since they've had such a quiet moment between one another. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy them. There's certainly a lot to love, but it's quiet moments like these that are truly where he can see all the ways to pity him. It's a fresh, welcoming reminder every time, only now he's more aware of it than ever. More aware than just acknowledging the crack in what everyone else could see as a reckless and foolish braggart of an orangeblood.]

[The question catches him a bit off-guard, and Darkleer blinks as he looks up.]

What I think of them? [It's obvious he doesn't quite know where the conversation is going. In the trees, Dural gives a satisfied coo.] Do you mean your wings?