who we are and all that we're trying to be
Changes of seasons, and measures of soon echoed. The reel of alterations might’ve sent him into more apprehension, but by now, he’d already grown accustomed to the unwinding, unfurling designations. Calm in the eye of a storm, perhaps, steeling and forging his breath, understanding things would simply have to bide their time, wait, and persist anew, some other day, some other moment. Nodding his head in the midst of comprehension, his eyes didn’t fall away. “We will save it for another time,” with half a smile embedded in there somewhere.
His gaze went to the bracelet, and the words that went along with them. Brightened stars that signified danger, with no means to assist, seeking shelter, the Refuge…he found himself nodding once more, taking it all in, mind rumbling and turning and calculating. “Thank you.” Items safeguarded, notions rendered towards those out in the world, rather than in dreams…
He turned to Ronin briefly, trying to gauge where they were in the scheme of things. “I can send letters to leaders. Perhaps we should meet somewhere at the beginning of Deepfrost.” Plans, somewhat set in motion.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
