So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
"You're still very brave, though. You fight better than I do." Sam laughed awkwardly, knowing that he spent the greater part of most battles invisible or hiding behind his barrier, waiting for a moment when the more strong among them would provide him with some kind of opportunity to act.
He nodded to her question about Safrin, though he didn't truly entirely know. "I believe so. Just to please her and make her less likely to do it, I suppose. There are some written songs, but you can just make up your own." Certainly, he'd heard some creative verses from children around this time of year, some of them more suitable than others.
The nature of the curse that she described sounded interesting, though rife with potential issues. "Wait..." Sam frowned as he walked. "So...you could be covered in dirt and not know? Did you smell? Could..other people see it?" Given that she had successfully dated someone during that time, he had to assume she had not constantly stank of muck, but if one couldn't see the dirt on themselves, how would they know to clean it?
He nodded to her question about Safrin, though he didn't truly entirely know. "I believe so. Just to please her and make her less likely to do it, I suppose. There are some written songs, but you can just make up your own." Certainly, he'd heard some creative verses from children around this time of year, some of them more suitable than others.
The nature of the curse that she described sounded interesting, though rife with potential issues. "Wait..." Sam frowned as he walked. "So...you could be covered in dirt and not know? Did you smell? Could..other people see it?" Given that she had successfully dated someone during that time, he had to assume she had not constantly stank of muck, but if one couldn't see the dirt on themselves, how would they know to clean it?
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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