He gave her a juvenile smile, not entirely full of mischief, but certainly with similar attributes contributing. Opting to take a teasing tone, especially at her insistence at remaining within the Hollowed Grounds for a while, he snorted, lifting his nose intentionally higher, on pretenses of sedition. “What am I always being told? To take time for myself?” She should have some spare moments to collect gifts and trinkets for Fox, without running into too much calamity and ruin. The Grounds had survived through far worse, thus far.
And if she didn’t go soon, who was to say she’d have the opportunity again?
Growing restless, maybe it was the ghosts, he began maneuvering along the side, pressing his wake along the embankment. He listened all the while, head tilting slightly to convey his understanding and ear, pondering over the maledictions beginning to spread further and further out. “That is a shame. Beautiful place.” And nothing he would’ve expected from the world of stone and inherent abhorrence. “Was it within the enclosures?”
And if she didn’t go soon, who was to say she’d have the opportunity again?
Growing restless, maybe it was the ghosts, he began maneuvering along the side, pressing his wake along the embankment. He listened all the while, head tilting slightly to convey his understanding and ear, pondering over the maledictions beginning to spread further and further out. “That is a shame. Beautiful place.” And nothing he would’ve expected from the world of stone and inherent abhorrence. “Was it within the enclosures?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
