NATE
The trip to the Hollowed Grounds is not necessarily one Nate wants to make, in the midst of everything going on at home. It’s not long, at least, and he can call this a professional courtesy. Sauntering into the building like it’s only been a day since he’d left, and not seasons, Nate stops rather abruptly as he sees a hauntingly familiar face. All the pieces fall together in his head, but there’s still a disconnect that comes from seeing someone who he had watched die.
Shaking his head, Nate steps seeping into the building, a sharp smile stretched over his face. ”Its almost nice to be back.” He laughs, immediately making a beeline for the herbs and jars. The mortar and pestle feels archaic and familiar, and Nate falls into the repetitive flow of grinding, dumping, and labelling easily.
Nate takes jar filling!
Shaking his head, Nate steps seeping into the building, a sharp smile stretched over his face. ”Its almost nice to be back.” He laughs, immediately making a beeline for the herbs and jars. The mortar and pestle feels archaic and familiar, and Nate falls into the repetitive flow of grinding, dumping, and labelling easily.
Nate takes jar filling!
‘Cause god forbid you ever let me inside or there within
Heaven forbid you show your underbelly
Heaven forbid you show your underbelly
