Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Curiosity had compelled, and then diminished, flattened in a matter of moments. The more Weaver described, the less inclination he had towards such an event. The air of a grin vanished, and in its place was a juvenile wrinkle to his nose, very nearly impish, boyish. “Sounds horrendous.” He’d likely be uncomfortable in every aspect of such a gathering. Often times meetings gave him similar apprehension, likely due to a haunting poignancy of mercurial Basin inhabitants (and their inability to do anything but complain), at home in the shadows, in the midst of silence. Watching. Waiting. Listening. Active involvement delivered another sense of consternation, expecting some uproar and upheaval from the crowd.
Some would probably enjoy such aspects, he could think of several winding their way through his mind (shocked, honestly, that none of these things had happened – or maybe he just hadn’t been invited). He couldn’t quite picture Amalia going for any of those notions either. “You might be disappointed in our reception then,” conformed and rumbled on a mild, teasing grin. Meant to be a mild celebration, depending on what friends had in store, just a coming together, before they all shuffled off to portals and other worlds.
Some would probably enjoy such aspects, he could think of several winding their way through his mind (shocked, honestly, that none of these things had happened – or maybe he just hadn’t been invited). He couldn’t quite picture Amalia going for any of those notions either. “You might be disappointed in our reception then,” conformed and rumbled on a mild, teasing grin. Meant to be a mild celebration, depending on what friends had in store, just a coming together, before they all shuffled off to portals and other worlds.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
