I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
He should have known better than using the word bored. She hones in on it nearly as well as his mother had, the echo of that particular voice threatening him with chores—you got time to lean, you got time to clean. Although Melita's interference seems a more preferable risk than work, he still decides it's best to respond with caution. "It can get a bit monotonous hammering away at trees all day," he admits with a daring glance towards her. "Some ghost company then could be lovely." He has Goose, but the hound doesn't say much except to argue back at something Iskra has asked.
A low chuckle lifts at the image of her playing duck duck goose, a far wilder version he's certain than the sort young children are accustomed to. "Hopefully you tripped him or her," although knowing Mel he's positive she could be more inventive and sly about her punishments for spoil sports.
He rises back to a sit, dusting some of the debris off his back, shaking his head with a chuckle at her violently amusing idea. "Maybe staffs wrapped on both end in wads of fluffy cloth, a little less bloody." Might garner more eager participants than her sledding bloodbath, because even with healers, it still sounded painful. "We should head back, Goose might be beside himself by now," His smile towards her is thin with the very real excuse of his attached yet stubborn dog. Plus, his mug's empty and her's should be close, and he didn't particularly relish the idea of selling back at night with the chill creeping in at its worst. Grunting as he gets all the way back to his feet, he offers a hand to help her up if need be. "Thanks for the special cocoa, Mel. This was nice."
A low chuckle lifts at the image of her playing duck duck goose, a far wilder version he's certain than the sort young children are accustomed to. "Hopefully you tripped him or her," although knowing Mel he's positive she could be more inventive and sly about her punishments for spoil sports.
He rises back to a sit, dusting some of the debris off his back, shaking his head with a chuckle at her violently amusing idea. "Maybe staffs wrapped on both end in wads of fluffy cloth, a little less bloody." Might garner more eager participants than her sledding bloodbath, because even with healers, it still sounded painful. "We should head back, Goose might be beside himself by now," His smile towards her is thin with the very real excuse of his attached yet stubborn dog. Plus, his mug's empty and her's should be close, and he didn't particularly relish the idea of selling back at night with the chill creeping in at its worst. Grunting as he gets all the way back to his feet, he offers a hand to help her up if need be. "Thanks for the special cocoa, Mel. This was nice."
Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Iskra
