Carefully extracting a couple of the flinthoppers from their buddies in the larger jar, Fox makes the transfer and quickly screws a lid back on both, lest all of them escape to wreak havoc on the dry grass. "She didn't seem the type not to see anyone," he says softly of Dygra, straightening back up when he's done. "I confess I've only met her once. I found her... warm, but in an intense sort of way." He's not sure how to describe it. "Dark, but a necessary darkness. Like the moon to the sun."
He has no idea if he's making sense or simply waxing lyrical without meaning to, and luckily he's interrupted by the swoop of a sudden shadow and a rabbit landing at his feet. Having ducked a little (can you blame him?), Fox can't hide how impressed he is, flashing a smile at Noah and offering out the jar. "Two companions, huh?" And both very, very unique. Maybe that'll spark some recognition in the hunter's thick skull soon.
Not yet, though.
He has no idea if he's making sense or simply waxing lyrical without meaning to, and luckily he's interrupted by the swoop of a sudden shadow and a rabbit landing at his feet. Having ducked a little (can you blame him?), Fox can't hide how impressed he is, flashing a smile at Noah and offering out the jar. "Two companions, huh?" And both very, very unique. Maybe that'll spark some recognition in the hunter's thick skull soon.
Not yet, though.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
