Loathe the way they light candles in Rome,
But love the sweet air of the votives
But love the sweet air of the votives
She's excited about the hot springs. Koa resists the urge to let out a whoop! of triumph, settling instead for rocking excitedly in his chair. "Hell yeah they do! I haven't been yet either, but I've had some friends who went and they came back totally changed." As in no longer sporting a sickly purple tinge to their usernames souls. True, he hasn't checked in with Sunjata to ensure that the cure works. But given the number of known options they have (one), he's willing to go all-in.
"Let's do it!" Koa echoes, profoundly relieved. He's feeling significantly more at ease now, with a clearly charted course of action toward at least one thing going right. Sitting back in his chair, he heaves a relieved sigh. "This'll be great," he chatters on, a genuine smile easing some of the lines between his brows. "We'll go to Halo, hit the hot springs, and before the week's out you'll be back to yourself." He raises his bottle in a cheers before downing the last of the beer.
"Let's do it!" Koa echoes, profoundly relieved. He's feeling significantly more at ease now, with a clearly charted course of action toward at least one thing going right. Sitting back in his chair, he heaves a relieved sigh. "This'll be great," he chatters on, a genuine smile easing some of the lines between his brows. "We'll go to Halo, hit the hot springs, and before the week's out you'll be back to yourself." He raises his bottle in a cheers before downing the last of the beer.
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone;
Engage with the pain as a motive
Engage with the pain as a motive
