// the only heaven i'll be sent to —
Receiving Zavien’s laugh, Thorn flashes a bright grin in response. He’s content to let Tal introduce them, though there is an amused little twist of his lips as the Messenger seems to talk him up. “You’re real kind today, Tal.” He teases, letting a chime of a laugh leave his lips before he nods toward the path they’re to take.
Given Tal’s instructions, Thorn peers between the two choices. In theory, one toward the Well would do well, given that the House of Midnight isn’t far behind, but he’s reminded that it’s a path already starting to get worn in. And who’s to say they can’t wrap around it and return to connect it later?
Nodding and flashing a grin toward Zavien as he asks whether he’s up to it, the courtesan presses a hand to his chest in a flare of dramatics. “’Course I’m up for it.” He says playfully before he peers down the pathway again. “Not many visitors to Queen’s Gambit these days, truthfully.” He shrugs lightly, before he whistles to gain attention, pointing toward the direction they’re intending to go, just in case the wind blows down the stakes they put down.
And then the courtesan starts to plant the stakes in the direction that he and Zavien head toward.
Thorn agrees with Zavien and picks the west route!
Given Tal’s instructions, Thorn peers between the two choices. In theory, one toward the Well would do well, given that the House of Midnight isn’t far behind, but he’s reminded that it’s a path already starting to get worn in. And who’s to say they can’t wrap around it and return to connect it later?
Nodding and flashing a grin toward Zavien as he asks whether he’s up to it, the courtesan presses a hand to his chest in a flare of dramatics. “’Course I’m up for it.” He says playfully before he peers down the pathway again. “Not many visitors to Queen’s Gambit these days, truthfully.” He shrugs lightly, before he whistles to gain attention, pointing toward the direction they’re intending to go, just in case the wind blows down the stakes they put down.
And then the courtesan starts to plant the stakes in the direction that he and Zavien head toward.
Thorn agrees with Zavien and picks the west route!
thorn
— is when i'm alone with you //
