// not yet corpses, still we rot //
He steps a little further away before realizing the question that Alexander has posed to their little ragtag group. He immediately stops on his heels, boots squishing some of the ice and snow beneath them as he turns to look back at the Wraith with a crooked grin. “Of course I do. S’not like I’m gonna get another chance to get one of those shifts anyway.” Or the magic, but it’s the shift he’s been holding onto for so long, one that he knows will come in handy eventually and he certainly doesn’t intend to blow it before he’s ready.
His gaze flickers away from Alexander back down the path as he moves his metal arm, as if keeping some of the ice from forming to keep it limber enough when he hears the thank you. Stepping in a bit further, the peel of the banshee scream is loud in his ears and his posture immediately straightens, stilling along the left side of the path. “Ignore it, keep going.” He murmurs to the two of them, keeping his gaze decidedly away from the direction of the banshee, not wanting to push her into chasing after their little group.
His gaze flickers away from Alexander back down the path as he moves his metal arm, as if keeping some of the ice from forming to keep it limber enough when he hears the thank you. Stepping in a bit further, the peel of the banshee scream is loud in his ears and his posture immediately straightens, stilling along the left side of the path. “Ignore it, keep going.” He murmurs to the two of them, keeping his gaze decidedly away from the direction of the banshee, not wanting to push her into chasing after their little group.
VARUS
