Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Entertaining someone was a nice change of pace. Amused by the notion, she waved away any reservations Elizabeth might have raised, to instead consider the map of Caido and its potentials. "I'm not sure. Someone suggested Torchline a while back, so that might top the list... Preferably I'd go somewhere without snow. I miss Halo, but it's not really a viable option these days." Without Ludo's ragged shawl to stave off the cold, she'd be confined to living indoors, stalking from house to house and dread the moment a miscalculation left her as a statue along some road. Getting tired of my own words
"I hope it all goes well, and that you have a quiet LongNight." Smiling warmly, she put a hand before her mouth to stifle a yawn. Whether from weariness or released tension, it made her jaw creak. "Pardon... I think I'm a bit wrung out."
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
