oceans rise, empires fall, we have seen each other through it all
He's been watching and waiting for this moment. Weeks in the making, one might call this.
Or perhaps it's just a second's effort, snatched in a second too opportune to pass up.
It's a few days into LongNight, and away from the bonfires and the merriment, Torchline is blacker than black. Natives either know better than to walk in these shadows, or they are too self-assured to care.
Whether his mark is too self-assured, or merely foolish... well, that is not his concern.
His concern is with fists and knives and other implements.
When he arrives at the Wrenzaok household, sequestered into the side of the cliff (and oh how he's peeked in at that feigned, disgusting happines, how he's allowed himself the sentimentality of shame for this failure of an offspring), all is tranquil. All is quiet.
Shaju drops the body, barely breathing by now, raps merrily at the door with bloodied knuckles, and steps away into the night.
Or perhaps it's just a second's effort, snatched in a second too opportune to pass up.
It's a few days into LongNight, and away from the bonfires and the merriment, Torchline is blacker than black. Natives either know better than to walk in these shadows, or they are too self-assured to care.
Whether his mark is too self-assured, or merely foolish... well, that is not his concern.
His concern is with fists and knives and other implements.
When he arrives at the Wrenzaok household, sequestered into the side of the cliff (and oh how he's peeked in at that feigned, disgusting happines, how he's allowed himself the sentimentality of shame for this failure of an offspring), all is tranquil. All is quiet.
Shaju drops the body, barely breathing by now, raps merrily at the door with bloodied knuckles, and steps away into the night.
SHAJU
