tell the wolves I'm home
There was some consideration about potential future skyports nearby, to which he had no jurisdiction or decision, but his breath unfurled over council dilemmas and issues. “We probably should have said no politics on our honeymoon,” he countered, grateful for the chance to talk about it, but not wanting to bog down their modest vacation with government affairs; not when they had so little opportunity in the first place. Propping his feet up on a nearby log, and desecrating the remains of his pancake stack, he snagged at her fingers again, an idle brush of his thumb over each.
“It has sat here for years anyway,” he murmured. It hadn’t gotten much use in the interim – Noah had been called into Vi’s service soon after, and Deimos had taken on the Monster Hunter’s Guild, bringing Cordelia to Torchline as they all scrambled together to find footholds. “Regardless, it will be here for us.” Whenever they needed or required it – clean or otherwise.
“It has sat here for years anyway,” he murmured. It hadn’t gotten much use in the interim – Noah had been called into Vi’s service soon after, and Deimos had taken on the Monster Hunter’s Guild, bringing Cordelia to Torchline as they all scrambled together to find footholds. “Regardless, it will be here for us.” Whenever they needed or required it – clean or otherwise.
the ressurected sword
