Cordelia
let us go
where the wild things grows
where the wild things grows
Cordelia watched quietly as he took off his heaviest layer, lips twitching into a slightly smile, pausing in her own work to pick up the hot mug of cider. She sipped slowly, fingers thawing against the heated ceramic, "Of course... There's extra cider." Her head tipped towards the jug and extra mug for him to help himself as he spread out his supplies. Ah, he was making a lantern too, it seemed.
Before she had a chance to answer, Cordelia felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, making her freeze. Eyes darting around for the source of her sudden unease, the wind picks up outside and there is the unmistakable roar of a dragon outside of the window, soaring overhead and towards the mountains. "What the..." She trailed off, disbelief clear in her voice, wondering why it had dared to come so close.
Before she had a chance to answer, Cordelia felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, making her freeze. Eyes darting around for the source of her sudden unease, the wind picks up outside and there is the unmistakable roar of a dragon outside of the window, soaring overhead and towards the mountains. "What the..." She trailed off, disbelief clear in her voice, wondering why it had dared to come so close.
let us go
where time runs slow
where time runs slow
