all you have is your fire

i try to keep it in line, maybe i'm just not the one

She’s still pissed at him, and with good reason he decides. He hadn’t recalled that she’d been remaining at the bar, hadn’t sought her out while his life was shaky and falling apart. And he curses himself internally for the misstep, too distracted, too… Not there, to realize where his own family was. The last time he’d seen her had been the Longheat festival, and that felt like weeks at this point. But he still carries the little rock she’d given him, a good luck charm as of late, and he shoves his hands into his pockets as he regards her.

There’s no reason for small talk, so he exhales quietly, looking to the clouds and Hels above as they flit around them – cooing and cawing – before he focuses on her again. “I owe you an apology, heuningby.” He begins, clutching the rock in his pocket as he remains in place, letting her decide if she wants to decide to stay or go. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around. A lot has happened but that’s no excuse for not realizing you were still staying at the VlamVloed. Ek is jammer.” The truth to his words reflect in the steel gaze that scans her face for a reaction – half expecting the Korofi fire to flit and pulse, half hoping it does.

but you know i would

SuNJATA