Cordelia
Cordelia didn't take offense to his defensiveness, allowing it to roll off her back without a second thought, glancing over her shoulder as he followed behind in her footsteps. She was proud to note that his feet didn't sink into the snow further than her own had. That was good. The Shrike is quiet for a moment, allowing the words to settle between them, a noncommittal hum slipping past her lips. "Eight years is a long time." She commented softly, pausing to crouch down, gloved fingers brushing away snow to examine some hoof scratches in the ice that seemed fairly fresh.
"Who was it?" Cordelia asked gently, rising once more and adjusting their path to follow the direction of the hoof marks, keeping her bow in her hands as they pick their way across the tundra.
"Who was it?" Cordelia asked gently, rising once more and adjusting their path to follow the direction of the hoof marks, keeping her bow in her hands as they pick their way across the tundra.
Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
