Soren
Yeah, the night's not over, you're not trying hard enough
Our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road
Maea spoke, and Soren let his head tilt some as his avian shift stretched within him. A smirk indicated the dry amusement flickering through him—funny how they called it a “flank” when there were barely enough of them to form a line, let alone hold one. Steam curled thick through the cave, ghosting over Soren’s shoulders as he took the "flank" regardless.Our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road
It didn't take long for them to notice something amiss, and Soren stopped.
As Kaisel spoke, the young ancient shifted his weight, eyes narrowing as he followed the line of Kaisel’s chakram. The scale glinted with a wet, metallic sheen, catching the steamlight in a way stone never did.
“Careful,” he said quietly, stepping just behind. “Things that shimmer in places like this usually want you to notice.”
Soren says be careful
The wait is over, I'm now taking over
You're no longer laughing, I'm not drowning fast enough
You're no longer laughing, I'm not drowning fast enough
