Liam
I just want one more chance
Liam strolled beneath the Crimson Cataract, utterly oblivious to the shadow lying in wait for him. Perhaps it was because he was preoccupied; perhaps he was simply complacent. Either way, he walked confidently along the trail that traced the floating river, taking a break from the run he'd been on to catch his breath.
He was, of course, distracted - what had happened in Torchline with Flora had given him a lot to think about - Maea, in particular. His budding feelings for the Ancient - feelings that he hadn't recognized until the Queen of Torchline had smacked him in the face with them - were complicated, and he wasn't sure how to proceed. Whether or not he wanted to proceed. He had, after all, grown quite used to being alone.
Stretching his arms over his head, he picked up the pace, shifting into a jog as he followed the Cataract through the forest. He'd have to decide eventually, but for now, he could just enjoy his run.
He was, of course, distracted - what had happened in Torchline with Flora had given him a lot to think about - Maea, in particular. His budding feelings for the Ancient - feelings that he hadn't recognized until the Queen of Torchline had smacked him in the face with them - were complicated, and he wasn't sure how to proceed. Whether or not he wanted to proceed. He had, after all, grown quite used to being alone.
Stretching his arms over his head, he picked up the pace, shifting into a jog as he followed the Cataract through the forest. He'd have to decide eventually, but for now, he could just enjoy his run.
To put my arms in fragile hands
Table inspired by the lovely Skylark <3
