there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
"A what?" Barking out a laugh at that, clearly Jack has not expected to hear the words musical-tongued lesbian today, whether it be from Flora's thoughts or out of her mouth, and colour him intrigued, but it's enough to have him picking up his pace that he might walk beside the Doubletake again.
"You never told me the Greatwood was full of such interesting characters," he drawls. For the most part Flora feeds him the misty atmosphere, the rain on the canopy and the chirp and rustle of wildlife. People don't tend to form part of it.
Raising his eyebrows as she continues only to fall to a halt completely, one of Jack's hands slips from his pocket to snap out and grab at the queen's wrist. "My magic doesn't have that far a range," he mutters. "I can't sense anyone else out here - not yet, anyway. And I doubt the fox could have made a tree make a noise like that."
"You never told me the Greatwood was full of such interesting characters," he drawls. For the most part Flora feeds him the misty atmosphere, the rain on the canopy and the chirp and rustle of wildlife. People don't tend to form part of it.
Raising his eyebrows as she continues only to fall to a halt completely, one of Jack's hands slips from his pocket to snap out and grab at the queen's wrist. "My magic doesn't have that far a range," he mutters. "I can't sense anyone else out here - not yet, anyway. And I doubt the fox could have made a tree make a noise like that."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
