[se] dust and devils on my conscience

SUNJATA

isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?

He finds himself here on a whim, really, perhaps mostly for trading – perhaps an attempt to learn more about those that live out of their wagons, taking them from place to place (an attempt to learn more perhaps about where his twins have come from) when the giant metal bird that lands begins to make a commotion amongst those in the surrounding area.

He doesn’t notice who it is at first, until he locks eyes with it – immediately speaking to get those nearer to him calmed down, comments of how the bird isn’t a threat, how it isn’t something for those around to be afraid of, that he knows her, can vouch for her as he makes his way toward the Wraith.

Once he’s in earshot of her, he raises a brow at her, flashing a small amused smile at the disruption she’s caused. “Should shift as soon as possible before they try and electrocute you.” He murmurs by greeting, standing close enough to her now that she should be able to hear him without issue as he folds his arms across his chest.

if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire