see what you find there with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
"I know. I wanted to come before, but with things so... weird mom wouldn't let me leave." Paige huffs, dipping her brush into a smoky mauve color that will certainly make Mateo's eyes pop when she adds it to the outer corner and his lower lash line. "Look up." The Attuned directs, taking the brush to his lower lash line and gently smudging it there, head tilting to the side in thought as she does so, studying her work. It's similar to a style she's started to wear herself. While the girl doesn't always bother with her makeup, often not needing it, she clearly has learned a thing or two from the workers.
The idea that there might not be a Stormbreak to come back to is a scary thing and she can hardly wrap her mind around it, causing the corners of her lips to pull down into a slight frown, brows creasing. "I'm sure there will be. You need to come to Torchline, though. You'd fit right in." And he would. With his carefree personality, charming smile, and sea blue eyes.
The idea that there might not be a Stormbreak to come back to is a scary thing and she can hardly wrap her mind around it, causing the corners of her lips to pull down into a slight frown, brows creasing. "I'm sure there will be. You need to come to Torchline, though. You'd fit right in." And he would. With his carefree personality, charming smile, and sea blue eyes.
Paige
