Facade

[Gen]

Gen yawned loudly, looking to him coldly. "Arrogance will get you killed. And protect the child first, she has first priority. I'm not that much older than you by the looks, I shouldn't have to tell you this.." He sighed softly and rubbed his head in tire and frustration.

[x]

Listy finally fell asleep entirely, shutting everything else out as she dozed. She dreamt of grey skies, and being chased by a monster she couldn't see. During her nightmares, she kicked and whined.

[Cifero Windtail]

Drizzt looked at the young deer for a second.
"I thought that you had figured out that her protection was implied. I haven't known her for long, but I would do anything to protect any child."
He looked back at Gen.
"As I have already stated, I made a promise to protect these gloves," the feline said. "And now, thanks to you, I know why they need protection, and although I don't know much about my young friend's past, I can tell that she is of pure heart, and must also be protected. What you heard in my voice earlier wasn't arrogance..."
 
 
 
 
"It was determination."

[Gen]

"Whatever works for you. I am going to rest now, if anything happens try to awaken me.." He said softly, getting up and slowly walking to his bedroom door. "You may read a few of my books.. Just try to stay away from the bottom shelf, they're the textbooks I need, and I don't want them too damaged. I won't be able to buy replacements.. If you do, try to be careful." He pointed to a bookshelf, lined with some fiction, documentaries, and his textbooks. His textbooks were written for classes titled Advanced Chemistry, Calculous, and Chemical Engineering. He then walked into his room with a quiet sigh.

[Cifero Windtail]

Drizzt stood up, found a blanket, walked over to the couch, and gently placed it over the young deer, leaving her head uncovered so that she could breathe. He then sat back down and scanned the room, looking for anything out of place. He absentmindedly fingered the curved dagger hidden in his boot, thinking about the day's events.
It's strange how much a life can change in one day, he thought, looking at the no-longer-glowing gloves. He glanced over at the young deer curled up on the couch and smiled.
It's a good thing that there's always something or someone worth fighting for.