NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Back home, Nate hadn’t been what anyone would call and outdoorsman. It didn’t really help that he’d grown up in a paved hell, every scrap of green wild and feral and owned by lost pets and the homeless, but even if he’d had the chance to commune with nature or whatever the hell it was people did, he wouldn’t have. Here though, there really wasn’t much choice. Everything was green. Well... less so right now, with the snow and the cold, but it was still nature.
If he tried to stick to his old ways, he would go stir crazy, and with the impending Longnight, he already knew he was going to struggle. Nate figured he might as well get all his wandering out now, while he can. There was no goal in mind, he simply walked. Past the Rathskeller, and the college, which he really should stop into at some point soon, and into the outskirts. He hadn’t noticed, but he was following a set of footsteps in the snow towards the glade.
Obviously, he hadn’t expected to meet someone at the other end of the path (though honestly, if not that he wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting), but there was someone there. Nate paused, weighing his options, and figured a conversation wouldn’t be so bad. ”Hey there! He called our, lifting a hand in greeting. ”I’m not interrupting you, am I? There’s some... god thing round here, right?”
If he tried to stick to his old ways, he would go stir crazy, and with the impending Longnight, he already knew he was going to struggle. Nate figured he might as well get all his wandering out now, while he can. There was no goal in mind, he simply walked. Past the Rathskeller, and the college, which he really should stop into at some point soon, and into the outskirts. He hadn’t noticed, but he was following a set of footsteps in the snow towards the glade.
Obviously, he hadn’t expected to meet someone at the other end of the path (though honestly, if not that he wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting), but there was someone there. Nate paused, weighing his options, and figured a conversation wouldn’t be so bad. ”Hey there! He called our, lifting a hand in greeting. ”I’m not interrupting you, am I? There’s some... god thing round here, right?”
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
