land over land
creeping and crawling
creeping and crawling
Wren lingered where she stood for a moment, watching the easy familiarity with which Colt moved around the horses, the way her hand landed against the saddle like it belonged there. A quiet pull settled in her chest, steady and insistent, drawn to that kind of certainty. At Colt’s invitation, Wren stepped forward. She moved with controlled strides, her attention shifting between the horse and the woman beside it, trying her best not to look too eager or too excited. Her hand lifted, tentative, hovering for just a second before she let her fingers rest against Burger’s shoulder.
Her gaze flicked back to Colt as she spoke again, head tilting slightly. “Hak Etme… that’s the desert, right?” There was a note of genuine curiosity now, cutting through the uncertainty from before. “Why there?” It didn't make sense to Wren. Surely, part of that was because she was raised in a city, but the other part was because she wasn't crazy and she knew Hak Etme was dangerous.
Wren’s brows pulled together faintly as she tried to picture it. “I’ve heard it’s, uh, harsh.” she said. Her fingers shifted slightly against Burger’s coat, grounding herself as she thought it through. Colt had said that home is somewhere you can be yourself, even the worst parts, and Wren wondered how that would work for the woman in the sand.
Her gaze flicked back to Colt as she spoke again, head tilting slightly. “Hak Etme… that’s the desert, right?” There was a note of genuine curiosity now, cutting through the uncertainty from before. “Why there?” It didn't make sense to Wren. Surely, part of that was because she was raised in a city, but the other part was because she wasn't crazy and she knew Hak Etme was dangerous.
Wren’s brows pulled together faintly as she tried to picture it. “I’ve heard it’s, uh, harsh.” she said. Her fingers shifted slightly against Burger’s coat, grounding herself as she thought it through. Colt had said that home is somewhere you can be yourself, even the worst parts, and Wren wondered how that would work for the woman in the sand.
like the sea over sand
still I follow heartlines on your hand
still I follow heartlines on your hand
Wren
