Cordelia
let us go
where the wild things grows
where the wild things grows
Words never meant much to the Attuned. Not when actions always spoke louder. The moment passes and Cordelia draws back from him to focus on the task at hand.
Her brows arch as she turns to look at him, studying his expression for a moment before huffing out a slight laugh. "And who allowed you in the kitchen to make corn muffins?" She was skeptical that he'd been allowed and more or less did it without anyone's knowledge.
As for the other topic at hand... Cordelia sighs, chewing on her bottom lip as she adds the dry ingredients into a bowl, mixing it with a wooden spoon. "She was with Sah when it happened and I know it isn't his fault. I shouldn't blame him, but a part of me does." It's painful to admit. She hates herself for that. Hates him for it too.
Her brows arch as she turns to look at him, studying his expression for a moment before huffing out a slight laugh. "And who allowed you in the kitchen to make corn muffins?" She was skeptical that he'd been allowed and more or less did it without anyone's knowledge.
As for the other topic at hand... Cordelia sighs, chewing on her bottom lip as she adds the dry ingredients into a bowl, mixing it with a wooden spoon. "She was with Sah when it happened and I know it isn't his fault. I shouldn't blame him, but a part of me does." It's painful to admit. She hates herself for that. Hates him for it too.
let us go
where time runs slow
where time runs slow
