i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
Luckily for El, George didn't seem too offended by their outburst of laughter. He even explained himself a bit by way of telling El how he learned. It was difficult to imagine a child version of George learning how to knit with his mother. It had the effect of softening El's perception of him; he'd been so aloof and mysterious since they met that El forgot he could be a multi-faceted being like anyone else.
"That's sweet," is El's sincere response, walking over to the couch and settling down beside him, knitting lying in the space between. "My mother and grandmother taught me about herbs. How to grow them, use them properly, find them in nature. I have some seeds with me, actually. Perhaps I should plant them." They had nearly forgotten about the seeds they carried with them all the way from home. All the herbs here in Torchline were foreign to El, so it may be helpful to plant some of their own.
"Whatcha making?" they say next, because of course they have to know.
"That's sweet," is El's sincere response, walking over to the couch and settling down beside him, knitting lying in the space between. "My mother and grandmother taught me about herbs. How to grow them, use them properly, find them in nature. I have some seeds with me, actually. Perhaps I should plant them." They had nearly forgotten about the seeds they carried with them all the way from home. All the herbs here in Torchline were foreign to El, so it may be helpful to plant some of their own.
"Whatcha making?" they say next, because of course they have to know.
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
