meet me where the falling stars live
Oh, Loren. Of course there will be a next time. Her voice is wry and playful, but it cannot mask the truth behind the words. Knowing them both the next time will not only happen, but likely be a far sticker situation than sunbathing in a mud puddle gone woefully wrong.
She continues to drag him from the mud as he speaks, though his comment about one of the new demigods gives her pause. Delphia? she asks, not knowing of any others, but also not imagining the single-minded young woman to be interested in mud and Rae. Shaking her head, the qilin snorts. My knowledge of Rae is... less than the others. I haven't- Frey is the herald I've spoken to least. A strange mix of pleasure and discomfort pulses though the bond at the memory of her first and last encounter with that particular being.
She continues to drag him from the mud as he speaks, though his comment about one of the new demigods gives her pause. Delphia? she asks, not knowing of any others, but also not imagining the single-minded young woman to be interested in mud and Rae. Shaking her head, the qilin snorts. My knowledge of Rae is... less than the others. I haven't- Frey is the herald I've spoken to least. A strange mix of pleasure and discomfort pulses though the bond at the memory of her first and last encounter with that particular being.
i will wait for you all day and night
