Warming at the sight of his smile returned Viltez chuckles a little more, his own smile becoming a grin. It takes him a few seconds to realize that the man sitting between his knees is flushed, though once he does a flush comes to his own cheeks. [i]'He's probably embarrassed about falling and needing to be caught. He seems like a very proud man, and tumbling during a simple game must be embarrassing'[/i] Instead of pulling away though the half-breed stills and simply listens, letting his tail coil and squeeze the other's arm.

Feeling the other man's pulse beneath his fingers Viltez carefully removes his hands from his shoulders, settling them on the ground off to the sides to support their position. While he knows it should feel quite odd to have someone pressed so close, his panic stays far far away and his smile widens at his guest's words. “I guess we have that in common then. . .I may live in a village, but, I am mostly alone. . .I could never spend too much time around anyone without freaking out. . .” Stretching his shoulders Viltez looks to the sky, what little he can see of it. The place where the two of them have come to rest is clearer than most places in the forest, only a few paces away from a patch of flowers that can only grow in sunlight.

For a moment he is lost in thought. Not anything specific, just a sense of well being he's never experienced before and he mind and heart try desperately to figure out what it means, and how to keep it around. Speaking softly he says without thinking, “I wish this world were a place where children like me were able to life freely and openly. Where such stigmas did not drive us to hide ourselves. . .I wish my life on no other child, and I pray that the world will one day change.” Realizing that he's talking about his life as if it is the worse thing in to world the half-breed coughs lightly, coming to his senses. In a slightly more timid voice he adds, “Not that I hate the villagers or anything, but I have no doubts how they would react if they knew. . .Like you do. . . .”

His flush finally gets the better of him and with another cough he coaxes his tail to let go as he stands up slowly. Offering a hand to the other male he smiles warmly and tilts his head. “You have given me a great gift. I thank you for that. . . .” in the distance the wind blows, becoming only a faint rustling by the time it reaches the clearing. Fresh scents are carried on the wind and one in particular makes Viltez freeze. Like a deflating balloon the man seems to curl in on himself, his tail coiling automatically out of sight, his sharp eyes locked in the direction of the village. Taking a deeper breath he whispers, “Travelers, moving towards town through the woods. Passed not three hundred yards from here. . . .Gods I hope they didn't see me. . .” His breathing speeds up and a full blown panic seems to be building, his mind going over all the old attacks on himself when he feels that he has been foolish.