Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-12599067-20141120025121

Faolan suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He was very aware of what Tomas had meant by spilling his life story, but he felt more guilty than angry. Probably because Tomas had spoken true. Faolan had a pretty easy life. Other than being annoyed of always being in the shadow of his father, his life was more or less perfect. Thinking it was an actual problem when there were people like Tomas, with nothing, not even their families, to comfort them made him feel like some kind of ungrateful brat. Gods, he couldn't even imagine life without his folks. Even though he didn't like being known as nothing more than his father's son, he wouldn't trade his parents for the world. They were too dear to him.

He watched on as Riona and Tomas had their argument, unsure of what to say. Strangely, this was one of the few times he wished he were in his father's place. He would know what to say in order to calm them down, and even if he didn't, he always had someone close to him that could point him in the right direction. But since he wasn't his father nor his mother, he simply stayed silent until Tomas took a seat, then cleared his throat and spoke up.

"So, what about you, Riona?" Faolan asked, turning his attention back to her. "I'm sure your life must be plenty interesting."