this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
She’s glad Nerissa seems to know the dimensions and measurements of where each anchor and rock should be placed. She doesn’t. In fact, it’s only by chance that she grabs half of them as they move along. And she only knows they’re moving along because Nerissa is kind enough to continue to communicate with her, ushering her along with magic and the like.
Raza very much feels like a passenger on this expedition, a silly little land-lubber who’s desperately trying to remember to breathe properly. Kicking furiously along, the propietress does her best to stay in the light, dipping down to the sandy rise to place a couple more of the stones. Sensing now what the plan was, she even ventures a slight smile to the smuggler as if to say she’s ain’t so scared anymore.
also idk how many anchors were made, soz
Raza very much feels like a passenger on this expedition, a silly little land-lubber who’s desperately trying to remember to breathe properly. Kicking furiously along, the propietress does her best to stay in the light, dipping down to the sandy rise to place a couple more of the stones. Sensing now what the plan was, she even ventures a slight smile to the smuggler as if to say she’s ain’t so scared anymore.
RAZA
