[i]It would take a short time for the young archer to then notice the bystander, as when he went to retrieve his arrows, those silver eyes would look upwards, only to find themselves upon Fenrir's form. A short, feeble grin would cross Orion's light face, as he would raise a hand and bother to wave towards the man whom had taken some interest in his shooting.[/i] [i]In truth, Orion was a man whom was raised religious, and after certain events, was confused about his identity as a religious individual, questioning his faith in certain things and such. It was not the Catholic God that he believed in, instead.. a Maker, one whom blessed the realm and failed to prevent the cruelties of chaotic influence from descending into it. An odd belief, but one nonetheless.[/i]