"...Infertile." Th'ancred says, after an obvious nervous pause. What kind of Nunh was he? The sort more focused on caring for his clan then... making it bigger. "I can't sire kits - no, not a side effect of what happened."
Felih’s ears pin back in surprise. Infertile...? How could one call themselves a Nunh if...?
“I... are you sure?” he asks, visibly startled. “I- well, ‘tis not as if I have even been trying to sire kits, my life leaves little time for that... but contraceptive medicines and potions are quite potent. Mayhaps those of your partners simply hadn’t worn off when you were trying...?”
"Quite sure. There's tests in Sharlayan, you see." Tests he was forced into, after his brother was concerned - with how he paraded around and had found himself with quite a few Sharlayan Miqo'te, and... nothing. It wasn't a subject that he talked about often, and Th'ancred then beamed a little. "If you'd like to know more - buy me a drink, would you?"
"Oh," Felih says softly after that, ears low, tail swishing. He still- well, he has questions, but he may as well buy Th'ancred a drink. It's the least he can do.
"Come then," he says with a small smile, bumping their hips together and letting his tail brush playfully against his. "I'll buy you whatever drink you want. Just don't get too smashed on me, now."
Th'ancred laughed a little - well, if he was going to be telling his backstory, might as well get something to loosen his lips. Letting his own tail wrap a little around Felih, he gave a firm nod. "Oh, I won't. That wouldn't be befitting a Nunh, now would it?"
It was almost lucky they had a bar. He wouldn't need to go too far out of his way to relax himself.
Felih smiles back at him, bunting his head gently against Th'ancred's shoulder before guiding him over to the bar. Th'ancred's tail around him makes his cheeks darken, a flutter in his chest he tries to suppress. He's had feelings for Th'ancred for quite a long time now, but he's been suppressing it: after all, Th'ancred flirts with lots of folk, right? He shouldn't overthink these touches....
Higiri is the one there at the bar at the moment, and Felih places his own drink order- something fruity but strong, and very red in color. It smells sweet, and he's quite pleased with his drink.
"A Rolanbomb," he explains, with a grin. "First had them in Costa, I've been smitten with them since," he chirps, before humming a little. "What would you like?"
"And... I... I'm wondering... why call yourself a Nunh, considering what you've told me?"
As Th'ancred orders his own, it sounds like something a pirate world order - a Roegadyn pirate, not someone as... thin as him. "Old Limsan favorite, when I'd get a chance to go there. Smells like home."
"I made my own tribe," he admits, as he slips into his own seat.
Felih listens to him, quiet a moment, before his ears fall low. "So by default. But why aren't you with them, then?" he asks then, voice still soft. Though the Stones are mostly empty today, Felih still knows some things should be spoken in hushed tones, things that hurt to bring up, to think about- things that people aren't supposed to know.
Th'ancred sighed - his tail wrapping around his chair. "I'm the only one left. Nunh by default - only a few left with me. I was a child when I did it - the last ones were my twin and I. But... he fell in the Calamity." He-- had a twin? Th'ancred doesn't linger on it, however.
His voice was so low, almost dipping into tones only Miqo'te could listen to. Even so, he seemed so tense - even as he flirted. "That's when I decided I'd keep rival Nunh away from here. Quite a few charming Miqo'te frequent here - it'd be a pity if an uncharming Nunh scared them off, hm?"
Felih hums a little, before quietly asking, "Why not just drop the tribe marker? It- it feels like... constantly being reminded of something like that... a failed tribe... wouldn't it just be painful?" he muses next, although he does feel his ears perk up at the mention of a twin- ah, but they're gone now. No need to dig up any more painful memories. Felih had to drop his tribe marker long ago- stripped of it. No right to call it his tribe anymore... but the Scions will be home, now.
He feels his cheeks burn, and laughs softly, before bowing his head and bunting his against Th'ancred's, chest fluttering at the low, intimate tone.
"Well. Still, if we're counting Scions as a tribe, you might have some competition from me, you know," he teases. "We should fight for it," he chirps, before sipping more of his drink, before knocking it all back at once, savoring the sweet, fruity taste with a hint of the alcoholic burn. His words sound undoubtedly playful- after all, Felih isn't the type for squabbling, but he will play-wrestle with the other Miqo'te in the Scions from time to time.
"...I like remembering my failures," Th'ancred says after a soft pause. The truth was, he kept it - just in case his brother was still alive, there was a place for him in their clan of two. And a bit.
His tail curled around his chair, before he gave his own cheeky grin. Gently resting his head down on Felih, Th'ancred softly chirped. "You'd fight for it? Hah, and here I thought we'd be fighting less violently this night~!" Th'ancred laughed, as he drank some more of his own drink. And yet, he hadn't finished it yet. Little too strong to finish quickly, he thought.
Felih doesn't quite understand- but he doesn't have to. All he needs to do is accept, and so he does, leaning against his fellow Scion and offering quiet support. He may not be able to understand, and things of the past may be beyond reach or change now, but in the present, he can be companion and comfort. So, he rests against Th'ancred's side, a soft purr in his chest, feeling the way Th'ancred's head comes down to press back against his.
"Oh~? Less violently?" Felih is happy to take the chance in topic. "What were you keeping in mind, oh dear Nunh?" he teases and laughs, enjoying the playful banter, the closeness. It puts his heart at ease.
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“I... are you sure?” he asks, visibly startled. “I- well, ‘tis not as if I have even been trying to sire kits, my life leaves little time for that... but contraceptive medicines and potions are quite potent. Mayhaps those of your partners simply hadn’t worn off when you were trying...?”
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"Come then," he says with a small smile, bumping their hips together and letting his tail brush playfully against his. "I'll buy you whatever drink you want. Just don't get too smashed on me, now."
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It was almost lucky they had a bar. He wouldn't need to go too far out of his way to relax himself.
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Higiri is the one there at the bar at the moment, and Felih places his own drink order- something fruity but strong, and very red in color. It smells sweet, and he's quite pleased with his drink.
"A Rolanbomb," he explains, with a grin. "First had them in Costa, I've been smitten with them since," he chirps, before humming a little. "What would you like?"
"And... I... I'm wondering... why call yourself a Nunh, considering what you've told me?"
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"I made my own tribe," he admits, as he slips into his own seat.
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His voice was so low, almost dipping into tones only Miqo'te could listen to. Even so, he seemed so tense - even as he flirted. "That's when I decided I'd keep rival Nunh away from here. Quite a few charming Miqo'te frequent here - it'd be a pity if an uncharming Nunh scared them off, hm?"
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He feels his cheeks burn, and laughs softly, before bowing his head and bunting his against Th'ancred's, chest fluttering at the low, intimate tone.
"Well. Still, if we're counting Scions as a tribe, you might have some competition from me, you know," he teases. "We should fight for it," he chirps, before sipping more of his drink, before knocking it all back at once, savoring the sweet, fruity taste with a hint of the alcoholic burn. His words sound undoubtedly playful- after all, Felih isn't the type for squabbling, but he will play-wrestle with the other Miqo'te in the Scions from time to time.
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His tail curled around his chair, before he gave his own cheeky grin. Gently resting his head down on Felih, Th'ancred softly chirped. "You'd fight for it? Hah, and here I thought we'd be fighting less violently this night~!" Th'ancred laughed, as he drank some more of his own drink. And yet, he hadn't finished it yet. Little too strong to finish quickly, he thought.
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"Oh~? Less violently?" Felih is happy to take the chance in topic. "What were you keeping in mind, oh dear Nunh?" he teases and laughs, enjoying the playful banter, the closeness. It puts his heart at ease.