this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
Her head whirls around, wary of bein’ watched whilst in the midst of such inner turmoil. Weakness isn’t something she likes to show and it’s a little embarrassing to be caught like this, ‘onestly. Raza turns back to the boat, grimacin’ to herself. “Yep. Hey Vega,” the bar owner calls over her shoulder, quite familiar with the inn keeper. Only a smidge older than Raz, they ran in the same circles for a bit as kids. Then puberty and gangs did it’s thing and well, seems like Raza’s always been with Jack and streetrat crew.
In her focused self-anguish, Raza forgets the past, forgets that she might actually be the best person to help her right now. It does, however, embolden her to reach out to the boat, put her hands on the edges, make to push it out - but stops short of going through with the actions.
In her focused self-anguish, Raza forgets the past, forgets that she might actually be the best person to help her right now. It does, however, embolden her to reach out to the boat, put her hands on the edges, make to push it out - but stops short of going through with the actions.
RAZA
