LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
The Greatwood had indeed become popular, for better or worse. Liam had spent so long there as a hermit that it was both a welcome change and not to see it filling with people again. He’d thought, after Phoebe had disappeared, that it might be reclaimed by the Wilds forever. Now, though, he wasn’t so sure.
Everest, though, spoke highly of Stormbreak, and Liam shot him a look that was impossible to decipher before offering a self-deprecating laugh. ”I’m not so sure about that,” he said. ”I’m afraid I’m rather rusty, after all this time.” He paused to receive the pastry and coffee he’d ordered, then stepped out of the way so that the line might continue to be served. ”Stormbreak’s doing well, then?” he asked casually, genuinely curious to get someone’s perspective who was actually living here under the Family. He couldn’t imagine that it was a comfortable existence, but maybe he was wrong.
Everest, though, spoke highly of Stormbreak, and Liam shot him a look that was impossible to decipher before offering a self-deprecating laugh. ”I’m not so sure about that,” he said. ”I’m afraid I’m rather rusty, after all this time.” He paused to receive the pastry and coffee he’d ordered, then stepped out of the way so that the line might continue to be served. ”Stormbreak’s doing well, then?” he asked casually, genuinely curious to get someone’s perspective who was actually living here under the Family. He couldn’t imagine that it was a comfortable existence, but maybe he was wrong.
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
