[se] drop tea leaves on the floor

// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //

“Agreed.” Sunjata sighs almost a touch wistfully that they won’t have to experience anything like that from the companion – and if nothing else, hopefully her not viewing them as prey to entice those memories would suffice enough for him. But she’s still young and it’s hard for him to tell just how she would grow into her own, still so reliant on him. It’s a thought that has him remembering the fish he’d packed away, little sardines he’d picked up while here in Torchline, to give her something to snack on throughout their travels.

He fishes it out and takes one to give to her that she holds between her paws to tear at – still relatively small, all things considered – she dives into the fish while he looks back to his niece. “Actually, yes.” He pauses, flashing her a softer smile. “I am repairing my relationship with Hotaru and things have been going well.” He’s been smarter this time, more thoughtful of how his actions might affect others. But it still sits on him in a way that has trepidation at the back of his throat, curious how she feels about the information.

"What about with you? Is Jack still on your nerves?" He asks, giving Petronella another piece of fish.

the flood

// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //