Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
She grinned weakly up at him, only a little bit sorry to use him as a shield. "You're the bigger mouthful. Maybe it won't see me while it's chewing on you." Getting tired of my own words
Admiring the gemstone - it was really nice, and a good find - she looked up when Danta did, though it took her a moment longer to notice what he had picked up on. The bleating did seem odd. Out of place in a region that seemed to house only predators. Only, that was a strange kind of ecology, wasn't it? Curious, Maea followed after Danta up the craggy hill. His longer legs left her hopelessly behind, and by the time she caught up with him her breath came in gasps, her face flushed and sweaty.
"What... is it..?" Hiccuping and sucking in a long breath, Maea peered down the other side of the ridge.
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
