Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Well, it had been meant as a question rather than an order, merely inquiring whether he intended to pause here. But barely had Danta's familiar lanky frame replaced the crow and posed the return inquiry before a roar sounded over the rush of wind. Too deep, too loud, too close for comfort, it sent her heart straight into her throat.Getting tired of my own words
Dropping down out of the sky, the white crow darted in behind him and shifted back, practically hiding behind his back. Scanning the horizon, she noticed sooty flame and a plume of black smoke glimpse near a ridge they had been headed towards.
"Uuh... maybe because of that?" She wished she could take credit for noticing, but alas - it was just incredible timing on her part. "That's... that's a dragon, isn't it. I really don't think I want to hunt that." Not with only the two of them, at least. Preferably not at all - Maea liked dragons.
When nothing seemed to be immediately coming for their heads, she drew a breath and peered around Danta to see what he'd picked up. "Found something nice?"
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3






