Theea
My brows rise as he straightens, and I look at the sapling, its leathery bark. ”I never heard about that,” I admit a bit distantly, my mouth tilting down. Never heard about a lot of things. We stayed as caught up as we could, but we travelled in so much seclusion, rarely stopping anywhere civilized, settlements such a rare treat, cities even more thrilling.
I remain silent for a moment, the blanket held steadily. My arms are a little tired, but the candles are lit, and they’re… ”For someone important then?” I shrug a shoulder up at the sky. ”To journey out on the wettest day in Flowerbirth…”
I bite the inside of my cheek and take him in better—the sharp, angular features, eerily bright eyes—and I wonder, ”Where are you from, anyways? Do you live here?”
I remain silent for a moment, the blanket held steadily. My arms are a little tired, but the candles are lit, and they’re… ”For someone important then?” I shrug a shoulder up at the sky. ”To journey out on the wettest day in Flowerbirth…”
I bite the inside of my cheek and take him in better—the sharp, angular features, eerily bright eyes—and I wonder, ”Where are you from, anyways? Do you live here?”
welcome to the world of pretend
where we pretend we don't feel pain
where we pretend we don't feel pain
