// and all my flowers grew back as thorns //
“Capital P, ends with a Y. PARTY.” Thorn had explained, grinning vibrantly to get Colt to join in on the fun. He links his arm with hers as they wander through, the heat from the bonfires helping to assuade the lingering chill in the air from the darkest of days and nights. “He usually doesn’t, but I guess he’s been thinkin’ about tryin’ to be more… Region oriented?” He mutters, head tilting in slight confusion before he’s leaning toward her ear. “I think what y’said got t’him.” Of course he knows about the apology after and the explanation of what had happened, so there’s little judgement in it.
Happily drawn to the stalls, Thorn sees the glittering jewelry and sees that Colt’s eyeing the gleaming trinkets. “Which one y’want? I’m gettin’ new hoops.” He points out the grey fire molded hoops that would stand out from the silver currently in his ears. “SoOoOoOo, tell me ‘bout the desert. What’s first on th’agenda?” He asks idly, far too ADHD-esque and over excited at his friend coming to spend LongNight with him as she’d said she would.
Happily drawn to the stalls, Thorn sees the glittering jewelry and sees that Colt’s eyeing the gleaming trinkets. “Which one y’want? I’m gettin’ new hoops.” He points out the grey fire molded hoops that would stand out from the silver currently in his ears. “SoOoOoOo, tell me ‘bout the desert. What’s first on th’agenda?” He asks idly, far too ADHD-esque and over excited at his friend coming to spend LongNight with him as she’d said she would.
THORN
