I carried my own ashes to the mountains
“She is well,” he nodded, and meaning it. For all of Kiada’s alterations and changes within multiple worlds, the youth had managed to grasp hold of survival and never quite let go; an emboldened message and measure instilled in the deepest, darkest regions of her soul. But for now, she seemed situated, and maybe happy (he couldn’t be certain with other delicate matters, like the notions of Chuy and Fox); and that would be enough for him. "How is your other one?" He rarely saw the lad.
Head tilting vaguely, his fingers toyed with a crack in the resin of the table, pondering over the complexities of Soleil. “At least she can summon gods and spirits as well,” to lend her aid, even if she was daring and intrepid and found herself in a jam.
Sah’s conditions and future enterprises made him snort; but only because the creativity would be a process on its own. “I tend to keep notebooks and sketches of ideas,” to give him another insight into the process – if that was something the Thunder aimed and intended to do.
Head tilting vaguely, his fingers toyed with a crack in the resin of the table, pondering over the complexities of Soleil. “At least she can summon gods and spirits as well,” to lend her aid, even if she was daring and intrepid and found herself in a jam.
Sah’s conditions and future enterprises made him snort; but only because the creativity would be a process on its own. “I tend to keep notebooks and sketches of ideas,” to give him another insight into the process – if that was something the Thunder aimed and intended to do.
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