For her the cool-tongued, her the tranquil-hearted,
Whom evermore I follow wistfully
Whom evermore I follow wistfully
Anju is not the type for boisterous laughter given her stoic nature, but she cannot help a chuckle at Koa's despondence. "Or merely stubborn. Though I cannot say I enjoy the desert either, can you?" Her amusement is far subtler; the creases near her mahogany eyes, the slight deepening of a dimple in her cheek. While Anju hates this particular desert for more personal reasons than weather, she cannot hold it against Pip for wanting to stay cuddled up against the ice pack instead of flying beneath the blistering sun.
The reminder of his mother shouldn't be unexpected, and she would never ask he hold his tongue just to spare her the grief. It is a good thing to see in him, this ability to remember her fondly instead of hiding away all mention of her. "She always had great taste. We often visited its shrine together - though we disagreed on which toys it would fancy more." This time her smile is a bit sad, but only she, the bones, and Koa need know that.
From within the bones emerges Pipsqueak, helterskelter and running like something has tried to eat her tail. Anju's hand flies to her hip, deftly slipping her dagger from its sheath to level it at the shadows hiding between the bones. "Is she injured?" The bark of her voice is more Captain than Anju as her eyes never waver from the bones. From above Riya's alarm shapes into something protective and she dives from on high, a small stream of fire escaping her mouth to try and light up the inside of the pile to either char whatever is within or lend light for their human eyes.
The reminder of his mother shouldn't be unexpected, and she would never ask he hold his tongue just to spare her the grief. It is a good thing to see in him, this ability to remember her fondly instead of hiding away all mention of her. "She always had great taste. We often visited its shrine together - though we disagreed on which toys it would fancy more." This time her smile is a bit sad, but only she, the bones, and Koa need know that.
From within the bones emerges Pipsqueak, helterskelter and running like something has tried to eat her tail. Anju's hand flies to her hip, deftly slipping her dagger from its sheath to level it at the shadows hiding between the bones. "Is she injured?" The bark of her voice is more Captain than Anju as her eyes never waver from the bones. From above Riya's alarm shapes into something protective and she dives from on high, a small stream of fire escaping her mouth to try and light up the inside of the pile to either char whatever is within or lend light for their human eyes.
through waters yet uncharted
ANJU
