[SE] Writing the day away

i've become a master at breaking my own heart with simple thoughts,

He finds that he’s possibly making so many instruments lately – but the idea of it being for trade and actual work makes it easier for him to swallow, makes it easier for him to prove that there’s a market for it to his parents who would otherwise scoff and pretend that it didn’t matter when he could be focusing on making yet another table or chair or dishes. He sighs internally, thinking on those conversations, before the realization that it could be sturdy enough to be a chair of sorts.

Perhaps that’s all the difference.

So he nods to that, the agreement. They could always use luxere skins for something out here, especially now that Deepfrost is here. And when he glances back to Chulane, he’s still somewhat chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considers the man beside him – wondering and slightly surprised that so many strangers have been nice to him in comparison to how it usually went – before he bobs his head again. “I-I can do that…” He begins, shifting the bag a bit in his lap again. “I d-don’t have a time frame… yet… B-But I could let you know…” Somehow, seems to go unsaid, verdant gaze flicking up to spot Chulane and see how the other man might take that sort of response.

dreams and hopes that are impossible to achieve

GLAS