zephyr
"Monster huntin', eh? Do a lotta that back in yer Grounds?" The more you hear about that place the less interested you become in exploring it. Though the idea of monsters does tickle your fancy a bit - once you might have liked to try your hand at hunting them, but these days you stand aside and let younger men take that role. "What kinda things ya tracked down? Must have a ton'a stories." Boyishly curious, you can't help but turn to her with interest in your eyes.
That she went down into the Maw makes her either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid (or both- those things generally go hand in hand, in your experience). "An' lived t'tell the tale. Wheeeew." This last bit is less word and more impressed whistle. Damn you'd like to head that way sometime. If only you didn't get sick as a dog every time you spent much time on a boat. "I'll be headin' int'a the Fingers soon, lookin' for whatever's awake in there. Any tips for a novice monster hunter?"
That she went down into the Maw makes her either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid (or both- those things generally go hand in hand, in your experience). "An' lived t'tell the tale. Wheeeew." This last bit is less word and more impressed whistle. Damn you'd like to head that way sometime. If only you didn't get sick as a dog every time you spent much time on a boat. "I'll be headin' int'a the Fingers soon, lookin' for whatever's awake in there. Any tips for a novice monster hunter?"
give your heart to a wanderer
who found your soul and called it home
who found your soul and called it home
