Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Liam thought back to when Phoebe had ruled and sighed. ”Not that different from the way it is now, if I’m honest,” he said, making a face. Phoebe had been lovely, but her disappearance had stung; he’d thought they were on their way to becoming friends, and yet… He wondered, sometimes, if something bad had happened to her, or if she had simply given up on the Greatwood and moved on, like everyone else. ”I arrived here right around the time Phoebe became Guardian, but it didn’t last long - a season or two, perhaps. I remember she met with Frey to find a way to provide fireless light to the Greatwood, so that no one would accidentally burn the forest down.” Not that she’d gotten very far before disappearing. ”But there were only a few people here even then. I’ve never seen it as busy as it is now.”
Liam collected his bowl and went to the stew pot, ladling some of the meal into the bowl. Once he was seated, he stirred it idly, waiting for it to cool. ”Don’t wait on my account,” he said with a grin. ”I hope it’s alright. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s a great meal to make when I want something to last for a few days.” He’d taken to stewing a lot, these days. The less time he spent in the kitchen, the more time he could spend on the hunt with Maea. He wondered if that would change now that she’d found what she was looking for. They had one flower now, but would it be helpful to find more?
”What do we do now?” he asked, finally braving a sip of broth. It had cooled enough for him to eat without burning himself, but he waited until he’d finished speaking to take a full bite. ”We’ll deliver the rose, and then… I have to admit, it’s been nice to have something to do.” And to spend time with Maea - more time than he ever would have dreamed of, and he’d enjoyed every minute.
Liam collected his bowl and went to the stew pot, ladling some of the meal into the bowl. Once he was seated, he stirred it idly, waiting for it to cool. ”Don’t wait on my account,” he said with a grin. ”I hope it’s alright. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s a great meal to make when I want something to last for a few days.” He’d taken to stewing a lot, these days. The less time he spent in the kitchen, the more time he could spend on the hunt with Maea. He wondered if that would change now that she’d found what she was looking for. They had one flower now, but would it be helpful to find more?
”What do we do now?” he asked, finally braving a sip of broth. It had cooled enough for him to eat without burning himself, but he waited until he’d finished speaking to take a full bite. ”We’ll deliver the rose, and then… I have to admit, it’s been nice to have something to do.” And to spend time with Maea - more time than he ever would have dreamed of, and he’d enjoyed every minute.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
