ROANA
Glimpses of fate bring light to your despair
Realise hope isn't short of your grasp
Resurrect every dream that you've buried alive
And never succumb to the war that you fight
Roana shrugged a bit, still pushing the squirrel chipmunk thing back and forth with her boot. "Squirrel. Chipmunk. Small, fuzzy rodent creature." she said, nodding at his surprise when it spoke. "Apparently. But it only seems to know how to say 'follow me'. And since I'm no fairytale princess I'm not too keen on following woodland creatures into a maze in the middle of nowhere." she said with a light laugh, glancing back at him. Realise hope isn't short of your grasp
Resurrect every dream that you've buried alive
And never succumb to the war that you fight
But then her expression fell a bit. He did not look like himself. "What's on your mind? You look troubled." she said.
Her blue eyes glanced back towards the bow on his shoulder again as he explained its presence. Skeptically she arched a single brow, lips pursing. "So...you switch things around by picking one of the most technical and finicky weapons that takes years and years of training to master to switch things up?" she said dryly, smirking a little. "Really, you're a glutton for punishment."
Your world is coming apart
Remain steadfast
Remain steadfast
