I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The excitement and enticement lured enough to make him chuckle, a deep rumble resounding over the thickened wood. Crouching down along the timber, checking to see if it’d already become rotten and decayed from time spent amongst moisture, his head tilted upward, watching her steadily from his piercing onslaught. “Where to start…,” probably with something that vaguely irritated him – but perhaps only through thoroughly ingrained pettiness. “Sunjata sent me a letter asking if he could come post a notice about an upcoming masquerade.” The Sword resisted the temptation to make a mulish expression, but it was there, lurking amidst reticence and mischief. “I only allowed it because of Frey’s involvement.” And even if it was the aspect and side neither of them dealt with, he wasn’t inclined to anger any of the Old Gods simply because he couldn’t stand the Flood.
Breaking off a piece of bark, he continued to search for any signs of decomposition, shrugging off the next round of contemplations because it might’ve deeply affected Evie by way of birthplaces. He wouldn’t leave her in the dark about the way the Hollowed section had altered, and continued to do so, eyes swiveling back to watch and gauge her reaction. “Darkeye came to see me too. Seems there is still no leadership in the Grounds yet.”
Breaking off a piece of bark, he continued to search for any signs of decomposition, shrugging off the next round of contemplations because it might’ve deeply affected Evie by way of birthplaces. He wouldn’t leave her in the dark about the way the Hollowed section had altered, and continued to do so, eyes swiveling back to watch and gauge her reaction. “Darkeye came to see me too. Seems there is still no leadership in the Grounds yet.”
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