soren
Her voice cutting through the focused silence finally brought him back to the world. He shifted in his seat, bringing his feet down off the corner of the table and swinging them beneath it again. Soren wiped the sleep from his eyes as he focused on what she was shwoing him. He squinted, a lock of dark hair falling into his green gaze. "You think you're going to be able to find that color fabric in the Grounds?"soren
He lifted his eyes to the girl, searching her face. He didn't mean to shoot her down, or ruin her plans, but someone had to be realistic. He propped his elbows up on the table and leaned over some, scanning the other smattering of images and papers she had. Clicking his tongue, the youngling grabbed up another picture and held it up. "This feels more Grounds, less Stormbreak."
We're spitting off the edge of the world out in the night
