Dirk
*Ishikawa let the cold wind push the hair from his face, eyeing Circine as he sat next to him. The young man would also look up at the sky, the whispy clouds reflecting in the blue pools that were his eyes. His eyes watered a bit, and he nodded, murmuring quietly,* 

"There's only so much time one has to appreciate it.." 

*Ishikawa noticeably cringed at the mention of his family, taking his eyes from the sky fo a moment. He'd look out into the distance, not at anything in particular.* 

"Yes, they're... Far from here."
Larry
"As are mine... All the way in Tiai, would you believe it."
*He flashed another smile at Ishikawa, glancing to him for a moment - looking away as he saw his eyes mist up.*
"My siblings must miss me... They were inseparable from me as young foals. Oh, how they bawled as I left..."
*He chuckled deeply, his warm voice tinged with sorrow as he reminisced.*
"How about you? I'm sure they miss you as well."
Dirk
*Ishikawa wouldn't turn back to him, trying to hide the pain in his eyes from the other. He had managed to keep his face neutral, but the eyes... The eyes were much harder to hide.* 

"I... Have many siblings. Most of them left immediately upon coming of age." 

*For talking about family, there was a lack of care in his voice, as if they were more acquaintances than tied by blood.* 

"...I doubt they do." 

*He frowned, looking straight ahead at the snow, sighing as a cloud formed in front of him.*
Larry
"Oh... I'm sorry Saito, I didn't mean to..."
*Circine began an apology, but trailed off as he saw Ishikawa's expression. He knew torment when he saw it.*
Dirk
*Ishikawa remained silent, staring at the ground with a somber expression. Soft powder whirled around them, being picked up by the wind, and he wouldn't move, until he began to fall forwards, stumbling. He had suddenly started to feel very dizzy, and the 'Macen' would hold his head, groaning.*
Larry
"Father's hooves- Are you alright?"
*The centaur pressed as he watched him lurch forwards, reaching out to catch him - his ungainly body rooting him to the spot.*
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Dirk
*He took a shallow breath, trying to steady himself. Everything spun around him, but this was normal, it would pass, he knew it would.. A small amount of blood began to trickle from his nose, but he didn't react. His expression was a grimace, but his voice remained unchanged.* 

"I'm alright, this is- I'm used to it."
Larry
"Used to it or not, if it's serious-"
*He cut himself off, rummaging through his satchels and producing a thin white cloth - offering it to Ishikawa, his eyebrows knitted with concern.*
Dirk
*The Kitsune noticed the blood flowing from his nose, holding his hand up to his face. He'd let it run down to his chin and drip into his hand. The crimson liquid would stain the snow below, replacing the pure white. He looked over, about to say something as he rummaged, but closed his mouth as he was offered a cloth, gently taking it with his other hand. He mumbled quietly as he held it to his face.* 

"Thank you."