Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
“’Course I was!” Thorn defends his crown of Missing Colt The Mostest with a vibrant grin and a snicker he hides into his pillow, the smooth pillowcase blotting out the majority of his face for the moment to see her briefly there scowl.
As for the rest of the townsfolk missing her, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, but he’s glad to see that it alleviates something in her chest that might still be raw and empty, and he hopes dearly that he can try and help in whatever way he could. Even if it was a poor attempt at a slumber party in his room that was made for everything but those. But he doesn’t comment on it, the words were soft as is and he doesn’t want to detract from her feelings on the matter by throwing his own in.
All he knows is that she isn’t alone in it, even if it had been her decision. And he’d always miss her here in King’s End. So the flowers are something he hopes helps, despite having no hand in it. He’d heard Sunjata flew over the land with bundles of seeds he let drop from his claws, came back around on the ground to plant them and water them, and so far they’d managed to grow enough that Deepfrost wouldn’t kill them before they had a chance to bloom in Flowerbirth.
“Probably, yeah. But.. I mean, it’s not a mausoleum of a spot, despite the region.” He offers – because it could have been left as is, like a little graveyard of the times that excitement and happiness had reigned on King’s End with the rodeos and the like. It would fit the burrows and their graves just fine, but it seemed like Sunjata hadn’t wanted to leave it like that.
When she starts to explain her own adventures though, Thorn gasps to hear the allogator and the fact she had to channel Ronin – and while he doesn’t know much of the man beyond what he’s heard, Thorn shakes his head to hear that they had twins. “Sounds like you’ve got a pretty good game plan. An’ I’m glad ya didn’t get eaten by an allogator. That would’ve been real fuckin’ shitty, huh?” His nose wrinkles. “And twins..? I didn’t know they were expectin’ let alone that they had them.” He blinks a little at her in his confusion.
As for the rest of the townsfolk missing her, it shouldn’t come as a surprise, but he’s glad to see that it alleviates something in her chest that might still be raw and empty, and he hopes dearly that he can try and help in whatever way he could. Even if it was a poor attempt at a slumber party in his room that was made for everything but those. But he doesn’t comment on it, the words were soft as is and he doesn’t want to detract from her feelings on the matter by throwing his own in.
All he knows is that she isn’t alone in it, even if it had been her decision. And he’d always miss her here in King’s End. So the flowers are something he hopes helps, despite having no hand in it. He’d heard Sunjata flew over the land with bundles of seeds he let drop from his claws, came back around on the ground to plant them and water them, and so far they’d managed to grow enough that Deepfrost wouldn’t kill them before they had a chance to bloom in Flowerbirth.
“Probably, yeah. But.. I mean, it’s not a mausoleum of a spot, despite the region.” He offers – because it could have been left as is, like a little graveyard of the times that excitement and happiness had reigned on King’s End with the rodeos and the like. It would fit the burrows and their graves just fine, but it seemed like Sunjata hadn’t wanted to leave it like that.
When she starts to explain her own adventures though, Thorn gasps to hear the allogator and the fact she had to channel Ronin – and while he doesn’t know much of the man beyond what he’s heard, Thorn shakes his head to hear that they had twins. “Sounds like you’ve got a pretty good game plan. An’ I’m glad ya didn’t get eaten by an allogator. That would’ve been real fuckin’ shitty, huh?” His nose wrinkles. “And twins..? I didn’t know they were expectin’ let alone that they had them.” He blinks a little at her in his confusion.
Hawthorn
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