you’re on your own, kid

said i was the best simultaneously the worst

“Yeah, exactly.” Thorn says with a huff of a laugh, one that has him drawing a bit quieter as he thinks about it. He’s only seen images of it, perhaps the view on occasion when flying overhead in a Skyship but it was on the rare occasion that the ship actually went above the heart of the Grounds with the port being in Jack Tar.

But that’s neither here nor there as the comment of the bone bridges comes up and Thorn flashes her a grin once he’s taken a sip of the coffee. “Can’t hurt to go an’ look at ‘em.” He agrees, warm and also excited for the trip that would be solely built on architectural marvels. And better yet, he wouldn’t be going alone to stare at them and study them, but with a similar mind to bounce the ideas off of.

He finishes the bites of his food as Noe explains where her dad lives, how they’d have a place to crash even if it was one of the last things Thorn had been thinking about – so used to going and crashing at the Dusklight in exchange for an occasional service while he went and did whatever people asked of him. “Sure. Flowerbirth sounds great. Hopefully it ain’t gonna be muddy like it was last year.” Raising his coffee up again, Thorn makes a small little toast to their plan before taking another sip of the warm liquid.

Hawthorn

and best case scenario, i should be cursed