No, Wander wouldnât persist. Arguing wasnât something he was good at, and Oaken seemed firm on his decision. He didnât take it harshly though, especially since the other had been smiling. The poor blue centaur couldnât wrap his head around how nice Oaken was. It was literally the only kindness heâd known since being separated from his herd as a young foal. He wasnât sure how to react to it, other than constantly saying thanks. Which he did again, before slowly laying down once more, smiling gratefully, âOaken much nice.â
Wander didnât know what to say beyond that. It didnât help that he was so rusty at his own native tongue, and that he had practically no social skills. And now his mind was starting to wander as he fell asleep. Here he found this nice centaur, finally one of his kind, but he had to leave him in the morning. Would he ever see Oaken again? How would he repay his kindness if he didnât? He even briefly wondered if he would ever find another centaur again, let alone his herd. But he shook the thought from his mind. He had to find his herd. He had to.
Still⊠Leaving the first potential friend he ever had suddenly seemed harder than he expected.
By the time the mumur left Wander, the bulkier centaur's breathing was already slowing. The only sign that he caught the gist of what was said being the soft hint of a smile as he fell into a deep slumber. It had been a long day that involved the stresses of socialization, something Oaken wasn't terribly used to after being alone for so long. But that would not mean he hadn't enjoyed it nor wish it away. The only thing he had to feel worrisome about now was whether or not he'd ever see this new friend again.
He knew better than to try and insist that the other stay, knowing he could probably come up with quite a few reasons. That would be rude of him. Not to mention, this centaur's life would be with a herd. Oaken had already made the decision long ago to separate from his herd and he'd stay that way. Especially if Mai was coming back. He wouldn't want to miss her.
Waking was difficult, feeling sluggish as he shifted against the wall he had leaned his upper body against. He allowed a soft grunt to leave him as he willed himself to depart from his support, blinking away the haze. That was good, Wander was still there, noting the blue smudge in his den. The thought had him glancing behind him, remembering the blanket the other had used to dry themselves. Oaken did his best to stand without making too much of a ruckus, scooping up the damp blanket and wandering outside to go and hang it out.









