LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Liam’s flight to Stormbreak had been uneventful, and yet as he disembarked he was still on edge. He hadn’t been back to the city in entirely too long - not since before Sohalia’s fall and the Family’s takeover, back when the Void was just an annoyance. And though he had done nothing to garner the Famiy’s attention - save for create a poem for Vox - he couldn’t help but wonder if he would manage to walk out again.
The merchant’s stall by the skyport was still exactly as it had been the last time he’d visited. They sold basic snacks and drinks, and, oddly enough, had some of the best pastries in Stormbreak. He thought he’d heard that they had another location somewhere in Pacifist Plaza, but he rarely explored after his family’s death. For all he knew, that could have just been a passing rumor.
He stopped at the stall, a small bag over his shoulder, and waited in line behind someone who Liam didn’t recognize until he turned around. ”Everest,” Liam rumbled in greeting, raising a hand in a small wave. ”It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”
The merchant’s stall by the skyport was still exactly as it had been the last time he’d visited. They sold basic snacks and drinks, and, oddly enough, had some of the best pastries in Stormbreak. He thought he’d heard that they had another location somewhere in Pacifist Plaza, but he rarely explored after his family’s death. For all he knew, that could have just been a passing rumor.
He stopped at the stall, a small bag over his shoulder, and waited in line behind someone who Liam didn’t recognize until he turned around. ”Everest,” Liam rumbled in greeting, raising a hand in a small wave. ”It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
