you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Not missing the air of mischief, he tilted his head, surveying the plate before snagging at a portion of apple. “If you want.” There’d be hordes of reasons why they could journey to Torchline, and not just for swimming – but the Sword was infinitely nosey, intrigued, by the layers and mysteries at hand. Perhaps it wasn’t a normal pattern of monsters underneath all the mayhem, nor a relic – a stretch of weather alterations that meant and signified far more.
Biting down on the fruit, he lifted his jaw, staring out over the vestiges. “I did ask her, but she was not certain. Said she would bring the matter to Safrin.” Leaving it at that, for he wouldn’t be delving into matters surrounding deities at the moment, his fingers hovered over the plate, then snatched one of the healer’s designated carrots.
With timelines uncertain, he muffled a snort. “Was she using her whip instead?”
Biting down on the fruit, he lifted his jaw, staring out over the vestiges. “I did ask her, but she was not certain. Said she would bring the matter to Safrin.” Leaving it at that, for he wouldn’t be delving into matters surrounding deities at the moment, his fingers hovered over the plate, then snatched one of the healer’s designated carrots.
With timelines uncertain, he muffled a snort. “Was she using her whip instead?”
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