[Center][h1] Son of Wind [/h1][/center]

After awhile, you get used to the same routine, become set in one's path. For the demi-god, he'd grown accustomed to the treatment rather swiftly, but not to grow slow witted or whatever. Whenever he had a moment, he thought, and pondered. Observing the guards, memorizing patterns, for his own reasons. If they talked, he listened in, gathered information on them. One never knew when it might become helpful. Sure, one could grow tired of the rough treatment, but it was better than being dead.

Gruel. A suitable meal for prisoners that were the result of war. He'd seen the effects before in his books, so at least, this was enough to sustain the body, better than what most prisoners of war went through. He'd noticed the change in the guards this time, not fighting them, but instead moving with their actions, anticipating their actions, to make sure he'd reduce any possible pain or damage. And eventually, when sat down, his expression remained neutral, but his eyes scanned, taking in the information, his body still, to avoid drawing attention. Just incase this was a ruse, meant to break their spirits before their final fate. Some might have consigned themselves to their fates, but for him, he kept going. As far as he knew, his family was safe, so he had to keep sharp, and be careful, to see them again. Heroes don't get second chances often, especially when their foe was some super-massive dark entity threatening, from what he had guessed, dozens of worlds. The idea of a multiverse, or even multiple ones, had occurred to him before, but it became more apparent now.

He'd noticed the tapping, or tinging rather. It was hard to miss it when you're not human, and have superior senses accordingly, unless the human had a disability that benefitted the rest at the expense of one sense, or training. His eyes glanced towards the masked man, reminded of a plague doctor almost. If the two's eyes met, there'd be an almost impercable nod. Then the human spoke, and the Demi-Divine Dragon's gaze shifted to the male, speaking from the corner of his mouth, still cautious, just incase well...this wasn't what it seemed. Such as the guards faking things, or worse, a traitor in their little entourage.

[i]"Christian. Christian Selphia. Human and dragon name side by side."[/i] That was all he said for a moment, under his breath, only loud enough for the other to hear. [i]"Life throws us curve balls, so long as you have something driving you, you'll make it through."[/i] Strange advice, perhaps, but having a goal, or end in mind helped to keep one going. That could be taken good or ill, such as wanting to protect others, desiring revenge, or what have you. His eyes flickered around, his head turning just a tad to the human male, then inclined ever so slightly towards the guards, his eyes calm, yet with their own sense of steel. A hint to what was on his mind, as he'd guessed the boy was either extremely chatty, or was trying to test the waters, see how the guards reacted. Either worked in their favor. There was potential to the lad, that was for sure. He couldn't place his finger on why, but there was something there. For now, it was a matter of seeing if the other prisoners had noticed, and what would happen next. If the guards would do something, a joint action by the prisoners would occur, or if one loose cannon would start things prematurely...