I carried my own ashes to the mountains
His shoulders angled in a particular nonchalant maneuver, a quick and rapid release of tension spanning through the muscles at the first topic, readily eager to set it aside permanently and quickly. “Given Sunjata’s preference…,” The wrinkle along his nose said enough. He’d never gone to any of Bastien or Rexanna’s festivities, nor anything remotely that aspect of Frey related.
Dragging his attention away from the temptation to poke the trunk with a nearby stick, the juncture of his gaze remained on Evie, watching, waiting, gauging the weight of sentiments and reactions. His jaw clenched slightly, for all the magnitudes and collision courses the Grounds had met, and deigned to face again, in one way or another. “I may have insinuated he should take leadership,” for better or for worse – but at least the man always seemed eager, fervent, and determined to support that sovereignty and community.
“Depends on if he gains the title or not, but he did ask for help.” Reaching into his bag, he snagged at the folded map, handing it over to her; alterations and designs anew, islands shifted, fertile lands unfurled, and then pieces of the old – settlements still remaining, vigilant and steadfast as ever. “He gave that to me, but I thought you might want it.”
Dragging his attention away from the temptation to poke the trunk with a nearby stick, the juncture of his gaze remained on Evie, watching, waiting, gauging the weight of sentiments and reactions. His jaw clenched slightly, for all the magnitudes and collision courses the Grounds had met, and deigned to face again, in one way or another. “I may have insinuated he should take leadership,” for better or for worse – but at least the man always seemed eager, fervent, and determined to support that sovereignty and community.
“Depends on if he gains the title or not, but he did ask for help.” Reaching into his bag, he snagged at the folded map, handing it over to her; alterations and designs anew, islands shifted, fertile lands unfurled, and then pieces of the old – settlements still remaining, vigilant and steadfast as ever. “He gave that to me, but I thought you might want it.”
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