LIAM
Oh, how I find every subtle thing screams your name
It reminds me of places of times we shared
It reminds me of places of times we shared
Recuperation away from prying eyes. Got it. Liam nodded in understanding, his eyes solemn as he watched Zavien rub something over his scar. Probably some kind of fat or liniment, if Liam remembered his wound care correctly. It had been a while since he needed it. "I hope you find the Greatwood restful," he offered carefully. "I know I have, even if the flowers are blooming a little late this year." In other words, not at all.
The little golden dragon glided over to Zavien, taking up a place at his side before the pair of them looked to Liam again. The ex-dragoon smiled at the little companion. He'd always wished for a dragon of his own, but he wasn't sure he was deserving of one anymore.
He considered the question for a moment, looking out at the trees surrounding them. "Yes," he said finally, perhaps surprising even himself. "It's taken a while, but I think I have."
The little golden dragon glided over to Zavien, taking up a place at his side before the pair of them looked to Liam again. The ex-dragoon smiled at the little companion. He'd always wished for a dragon of his own, but he wasn't sure he was deserving of one anymore.
He considered the question for a moment, looking out at the trees surrounding them. "Yes," he said finally, perhaps surprising even himself. "It's taken a while, but I think I have."
Couldn't live locked in these memories
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again
