if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
Notes sent between wings and ravens led him back to Torchline, despite recent alterations in leadership. Trusting the summits could last without them for a day, and leaving it in capable hands, the Sword’s journey along the ocean lines contorted rapidly in paws before feet, the need to unfurl and unravel for a few moments eventually lessening as muscles plunged into sand. By the time he spotted Evie along the shoreline, the chill still gathering along seaglass and coral scarcely mattered; his features leaning heavily into the vibrant tenors of the cold breeze, unbothered by its salty sharpness.
He'd long since rolled up his sleeves anyway, tucking his bag over his shoulder as he purposefully jostled his shoulder into hers, matching steps, immersing a low rumble beside her ear. “So much for the palm fronds and sticks,” with perhaps a ghost of a laugh, even if that only masked the residual dread.
He'd long since rolled up his sleeves anyway, tucking his bag over his shoulder as he purposefully jostled his shoulder into hers, matching steps, immersing a low rumble beside her ear. “So much for the palm fronds and sticks,” with perhaps a ghost of a laugh, even if that only masked the residual dread.
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