Cordelia
It's a return back to normal. Something that Cordelia is desperate for. None of them, aside from possibly Deimos, has seemed to truly settle. To be fair, she's not even sure that he has. There are too many unknown variables. Too many things that she's worried about. So much changing. So much up to the gods. It weighs heavy on her and most days it feels as if she's simply going through the motions.
Today, however, there is a break in their new "normal". A hunting party. Something she hasn't participated in in some time. She's prepared with her bow and quiver, a knife in a sheath on her thigh, and a hatchet on her belt. Her steps practically silent as she creeps through the snow behind Noah, breaths fogging in the cool night air.
Cordelia brings her bow, knife, hatchet, and shift.
Today, however, there is a break in their new "normal". A hunting party. Something she hasn't participated in in some time. She's prepared with her bow and quiver, a knife in a sheath on her thigh, and a hatchet on her belt. Her steps practically silent as she creeps through the snow behind Noah, breaths fogging in the cool night air.
Cordelia brings her bow, knife, hatchet, and shift.
Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
