[RQ] [SE] and right there where we stood was holy ground

// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //

Leaning in a bit toward her to hear her speak, the Heartless soon grimaces to hear the screech of the scream break across the sky. His jaw sets for a moment as he, too, glares up at the sky before his attention drops to the fountain – wondering silently if the Mathair was upset enough with his offering that she’d waited until he’d been in deep in the Grounds before letting him know.

But there’s a task here, at least, and when they both come back to the task at hand, his steel gaze flits back toward Aithne. “Oh, so you need some healing or light magic?” Which isn’t something he imagines Ancients had a lot of, and luckily for her, he does. And from what he knows about his own current regional quest, it was its own requirement for him too. So he shoots her a crooked smile, inclining his head. “I can help with that if you want? I'm Sunjata, by the way.” Figuring if they were getting started with this task he might as well introduce himself.

the flood

// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //