[center][h2][color=0076a3]Alder Reynolds.[/color][/h2]

[hider=Interactions.][@Obscene Symphony][/hider]

The quick departure of Leofrick was sad in its way, he'd have to catch up with the elf again sometime. He hadn't meant to come off so aggressively, Pure Bloods were a very touchy subject with him and knew that his reactions could be a tad volatile at times. He was usually better at keeping his temper under wraps, he'd have to work on that more. He'd have to apologize to Leofrick again. Lightly scolding himself, he focused on Sierra as she fumbled to respond to him. 

Of course, he didn't blame her for being a little lacking in the word department. He'd barreled her over with information, it was likely overwhelming for her. He had never been very good at taking things one step at a time, as soon as he got talking, [i]he never shut up.[/i] His sister used to tell him that he would talk his tongue right out of his mouth if he could. Though, luckily, she agreed to talk about her species before he could spill out any more words in her direction. 

His responding smile was so bright that it could have chased the clouds out of the sky. He hadn't met many werewolves in his time, maybe three at the very most. None that were ever extremely friendly to him. None that were anything like Sierra. It was an adventure as far as he was concerned, an adventure and an honor to learn more about her. With a slight bounce to his step, the boy turned to lead her.

"[color=0076a3]I haven't been here too long but I know there's cafés and such. Do you like coffee? I figure that one of them has got to serve coffee, I'm a bit of a caffeine addict. [/color]" he said, amusement warming his tone. "[color=0076a3]Who would have figured? A dead man that's addicted to caffeine.[/color]"

He walked in a way that was far more cheerful than he had been before he'd gained her company. He hadn't realized it but he'd been [i]lonely.[/i] Having a person to fill that empty space beside him was comfortable. He'd always been the type to seek out companions, trying to befriend any person who met him. His recent solitude was so abnormal for him that just the prospect of talking to this girl was enough to send his spirits soaring.

He hoped that he wouldn't scare her away, sometimes his presence could be a bit much for people. He'd been told that he came on too strong, he couldn't really help it. He just liked people, they made him feel at home. He sought out the nearest café, opening the door and holding it with the toe of his boot. "[color=0076a3]After you, Sierra. You can choose us a seat.[/color]"[/center]