Samuel
Sam was unable to enter the Greatwood; Torchline was in the midst of it's monsoon season. The practicalities of this meeting had taken a while to sort out, which had provided a sort of distraction from just what the content of it would be. Now that he was actually stood waiting, in the agreed upon spot in the woods (far from the Voice's shrine), he was finding it hard to keep still from all the anxiety swiftly filling his veins. If he had to breathe, he would have been almost hyperventilating.
It wasn't just the guilt; that was enough in itself, knowing that he'd had a part in destroying a deeply important place of Juniper's home - but no, he also had the knowledge that this conversation itself could be very significant; it could be the moment Ascended and Fae agreed to begin to mend things, or it could be where he ruined them beyond repair. Maybe that was placing too much importance on what was only a first meeting, but...he'd never been good at calming himself down.
Trying to look like he wasn't about to have a breakdown, Sam sat on a log that had fallen years ago, the top clean enough and obviously used by travellers as a rest stop, from the footprints around in the mud. Hands together, clasped before him, he let himself tap his foot rapidly, but that was all, until Juniper arrived.
It wasn't just the guilt; that was enough in itself, knowing that he'd had a part in destroying a deeply important place of Juniper's home - but no, he also had the knowledge that this conversation itself could be very significant; it could be the moment Ascended and Fae agreed to begin to mend things, or it could be where he ruined them beyond repair. Maybe that was placing too much importance on what was only a first meeting, but...he'd never been good at calming himself down.
Trying to look like he wasn't about to have a breakdown, Sam sat on a log that had fallen years ago, the top clean enough and obviously used by travellers as a rest stop, from the footprints around in the mud. Hands together, clasped before him, he let himself tap his foot rapidly, but that was all, until Juniper arrived.
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
