last couple of months kinda been a disaster
With Sunjata off to work on his own last bit of touches needed for the regional quest, or whatever else King’s End needed (Thorn doesn’t know, he just works at the House of Midnight and is trying to help out where he can), it leaves him in charge to meet up with Alys in the space where the river is going to be.
So he’s sent out word to her, asking her to meet him here today, while the sun begins to lift into the sky and burn off the clouds and fog of the previous night. It’s still chilly, so the courtesan is dressed up in layers, a sweater with a leather jacket over it, thick boots and pants as well to try and keep the warmth in. He doesn’t need much else to do this portion of the quest but the magic under his skin.
While he waits, he toes a rogue rock on the edge of the empty river bed, listening to the call of nearby birds in a tree far behind him, trying to soak in the slow creeping warmth of the pale sun.
So he’s sent out word to her, asking her to meet him here today, while the sun begins to lift into the sky and burn off the clouds and fog of the previous night. It’s still chilly, so the courtesan is dressed up in layers, a sweater with a leather jacket over it, thick boots and pants as well to try and keep the warmth in. He doesn’t need much else to do this portion of the quest but the magic under his skin.
While he waits, he toes a rogue rock on the edge of the empty river bed, listening to the call of nearby birds in a tree far behind him, trying to soak in the slow creeping warmth of the pale sun.
Hawthorn
tell all my friends i'm asleep if they ask ya
