raza
Aight, fuck this. I don’t have magic and I can’t talk to others mentally like Attuned can. Nobody is letting anyone else know what they’re doing. Except for one guy who asks about the ability of the sled on the wet sand, though the path seems to have disappeared, with the use of more water magic. I would have helped with the wings, but even those have already been taken up. “Hey, assholes,” I say loudly, “Can someone fucking say what they’re doing so the rest of us can pitch in accordin’ly? Not all of us have magic and yer comin’ off as trying to be domineering lone heroes.” Taking charge and not leaving anything to anyone else.
I scoop up Hoa to keep him out of the way of feet and other things, half-tempted to just walk away. If these people are part of the reason why Remi and Ronin left the Ground, I don’t fuckin’ blame ‘em.
Have you ever grabbed a duck or goose’s butt? There’s just feathers. Nothing really solid to push against. Assuming the lady with the sled gets it close enough to use it, I join the group around her, ready to steady or, I don’t know, be made useless again in my own fucking home.
I scoop up Hoa to keep him out of the way of feet and other things, half-tempted to just walk away. If these people are part of the reason why Remi and Ronin left the Ground, I don’t fuckin’ blame ‘em.
Have you ever grabbed a duck or goose’s butt? There’s just feathers. Nothing really solid to push against. Assuming the lady with the sled gets it close enough to use it, I join the group around her, ready to steady or, I don’t know, be made useless again in my own fucking home.
