Riot patiently listened as Reveri spoke, and a thoughtful light vaguely entered her mismatched eyes. She wondered if her brother-of-sorts had always been this pessimistic. Though he seemed to be aloof and confident in his own solitariness, the thill noticed that he was quick to shoot down the possibility of ever finding love, or even catching an eye. Why is that, Revvie? Riot said to herself, the voice inside her head laced with sadness. Since when have you seemed so… hopeless? She decided not to comment on this out loud, but when the charcoal arden was finished speaking, Riot offered him a small smile. She tried to think of what to say in response, and as she pondered, she swept her gaze over the lunchroom. Pendragons milled all over the place, amongst them every sort of face and color one could imagine – pretty, ugly, odd, striking, red, blue, green, yellow… Surely, one of the thills in the mix would one day cure Reveri of his pessimism, or so Riot hoped. Cayson had been her panacea of all her dreadful attitudes, and that’s all it would take for her brother – a little dose of love and ecstasy. Turning her gaze back towards Rev’, who was still slowly enjoying his meal, Riot flicked an ear. “Well, I guess that’s enough about that subject," she said, trying to sound absent and idle, as if it didn’t matter too much to her, even when it did. “When you’re finished, did you want to go anywhere else, or are you already tied up?"
