[SE]lost your balance on a tightrope

Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands

It was a lesson that Liam had learned early on: even when he was right, he was wrong. "Yes ma'am," he said sheepishly, giving a little salute. And she was right. It was silly to linger in the past when he could have a perfectly good time. He could feel guilty later, when Phoebe wasn't around to witness it.

As for Phoebe's teasing, Liam made a face. "I'm not very experienced with magic," he admitted. He was from Stormbreak, after all. No magic allowed, and all that. He'd always thought that healing magic was just that - healing. He'd never anticipated secondary effects.

His whiskey refilled, he murmured a polite thank you as the waiter departed. He took a sip to give himself time to reflect on Phoebe's question. The Greatwood had been wonderful so far, but to say that it felt like home was a bit of a stretch. He still missed Stormbreak, the Dragoons, visiting his family's graves... "The Greatwood is well-named," he said after a moment, chuckling softly at his bad joke. "It's been great. It's been peaceful and quiet - very different from what I was used to in Stormbreak. I think it will feel more like home as time goes on - so far, I still feel a bit like I'm on an extended vacation."

Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands

Liam