& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
"I believe the Voice is a liar, and only does things for her own gain." The words are sharper than she intended, slicing clearly through the rain. Forcing her jaw to unclench, she runs her fingers through damp hair. "But the Ascended lost two of their own this year. Hopefully that's enough for them to at least try."
She's winding down familiar streets again, her feet falling somewhat unevenly - she's become unaccustomed to shoes. They make another brief stop at a merchant's, exchanging two rye loaves for jerky and hide, then continue on their way.
The path turns, the road narrowing as they leave the main market behind. Normally Amalia's trade route doesn't take her in this direction, but she'd thought it might be something Finn would enjoy. At the end of the cobbled road sits a small shop, its windows lit warmly, door slightly ajar. Chords of music can be heard from within, the delicate plinking of a harp.
"I hope you don't mind- I took a detour." Stopping just outside the building, the Shield turns anxious eyes to Finn. "The shopkeeper - his name is Roland - he makes all the instruments himself, him and his granddaughter. I thought, since you said you like music..." Trailing off she shrugs her narrow shoulders, biting her lip hopefully as she waits for his reaction to her surprise.
She's winding down familiar streets again, her feet falling somewhat unevenly - she's become unaccustomed to shoes. They make another brief stop at a merchant's, exchanging two rye loaves for jerky and hide, then continue on their way.
The path turns, the road narrowing as they leave the main market behind. Normally Amalia's trade route doesn't take her in this direction, but she'd thought it might be something Finn would enjoy. At the end of the cobbled road sits a small shop, its windows lit warmly, door slightly ajar. Chords of music can be heard from within, the delicate plinking of a harp.
"I hope you don't mind- I took a detour." Stopping just outside the building, the Shield turns anxious eyes to Finn. "The shopkeeper - his name is Roland - he makes all the instruments himself, him and his granddaughter. I thought, since you said you like music..." Trailing off she shrugs her narrow shoulders, biting her lip hopefully as she waits for his reaction to her surprise.
you've been holding on a long time
