They all deserved one.
Mysterious LongNight lights, creepy craters, weird weather, fucked up flora...
It was enough to give anyone anxiety. And if someone already had anxiety, it was enough to make one's skin itch on the inside, where no amount of scratching could reach it.
So before the shit really hit the propellers, Tal was determined to have one nice, quiet day. A day with a friend, who also needed a break, because things hadn't gotten any less stressful since Deepfrost. He'd had Boreal kidnap (re: deliver a slightly-slobbery note requesting the Heart's presence)Sohalia to the Peregrine on a mission of utmost importance to the security of Stormbreak.
And now here they were, in King's End, just not too close to where those lights had come down because this wasn't about them today.
Today was about trying to untangle the kite string he had so carefully wrapped into a perfect ball when the kites had been stowed, but which had somehow turned into a total rat's nest in transit. Sitting on the bottom step of the ruined staircase, the courier swore under his breath and scowled fiercely down at the cotton line in his fingers as he tried to get their picnic off to a good fucking start.
"Sorry, Soh. Just gimme another - you fuckin' piece of-- - two minutes an' I'll have it - gods damn it, you sonuva-- all sorted out!"
Mysterious LongNight lights, creepy craters, weird weather, fucked up flora...
It was enough to give anyone anxiety. And if someone already had anxiety, it was enough to make one's skin itch on the inside, where no amount of scratching could reach it.
So before the shit really hit the propellers, Tal was determined to have one nice, quiet day. A day with a friend, who also needed a break, because things hadn't gotten any less stressful since Deepfrost. He'd had Boreal kidnap (re: deliver a slightly-slobbery note requesting the Heart's presence)
And now here they were, in King's End, just not too close to where those lights had come down because this wasn't about them today.
Today was about trying to untangle the kite string he had so carefully wrapped into a perfect ball when the kites had been stowed, but which had somehow turned into a total rat's nest in transit. Sitting on the bottom step of the ruined staircase, the courier swore under his breath and scowled fiercely down at the cotton line in his fingers as he tried to get their picnic off to a good fucking start.
"Sorry, Soh. Just gimme another - you fuckin' piece of-- - two minutes an' I'll have it - gods damn it, you sonuva-- all sorted out!"
