LOCKE
Frey is reaching out again, creamy peach covered fingers coming up to squish his cheeks. It makes him feel incredibly light at first, like a kid, before it settles into something else. He doesn't quite understand what the god is saying but he thinks he gets it. He stands, even before the god tells him so, the primal urge coursing threw his veins is too strong. He takes a deep breath, shaky and uneven before he turns. "Thank you, Frey, for everything." He means it too.
And he does as he's told. The first several steps are loud, boot clad and almost faltering. The next several are something in between. Finally though, four spotted paws hit the earth and he feels something he's always been sure is there. A path of rocks lay before him but he finds his way up it with little trouble. Each pawstep is more sure than the last as he makes his way away from the shrine.
-FIN- :P
And he does as he's told. The first several steps are loud, boot clad and almost faltering. The next several are something in between. Finally though, four spotted paws hit the earth and he feels something he's always been sure is there. A path of rocks lay before him but he finds his way up it with little trouble. Each pawstep is more sure than the last as he makes his way away from the shrine.
-FIN- :P
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
