// we stood, steady as the stars in the woods, so happy-hearted
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
They do manage a childish grin as Aamu mentions that they’re a bit young for that. Their head nods, taking the advice to heart as they settle with the charcoal, before they’re packing up their little drawing package of drawing utensils to focus on Aamu and his stories. “I’ll keep that in mind.” They offer Aamu with a brighter smile – unsure who that might be, but when it came down to it they’d likely need to figure it out quickly.
There was still some time.
The talk of Labyrinths and races fully distract them further and they flash a bright smile at Aamu – one that fades as the story grows a bit darker, brows pinching a fraction as they change their attention to the sprawling expanse of the fields. “Why do they dislike us so much?” They ask quietly, their head tilting back toward Aamu with a small frown.
There was still some time.
The talk of Labyrinths and races fully distract them further and they flash a bright smile at Aamu – one that fades as the story grows a bit darker, brows pinching a fraction as they change their attention to the sprawling expanse of the fields. “Why do they dislike us so much?” They ask quietly, their head tilting back toward Aamu with a small frown.
Azrael
