i would have bled out if you told me you liked the color red
He doesn’t expect Weaver to show up either, and he swallows down the spark of anxiety when the Hale woman turns her attention onto him. “Glas Westfall.” He manages without stumbling but his anxiety eats at his stomach, glancing to meet her eyes before turning his attention away to spot the small wave from Korbin and offer a dip of his head, hands needing to find something to do so he rests it on his other arm, along the bicep while Loren offers his attention as well. A nod given back to the healer as well, shoulders slightly hunched.
He was made mostly to remain indoors, behind the counter and safety of the shop his parents ran. This was only adding to his discomfort. Still, he listens to the quips between the siblings, listens to the instruction offered from Loren, unable to hear Korbin’s response, and moves to go grab a shovel — keeping his gaze away as he outfits it with a bit wider of a piece — aimed more for pushing than shoveling the snow and ice away.
And then he starts to take little lines, starting and angling it off to the side, pushing it over and away. He’d continue to take those lines until hopefully it was clear enough.
He was made mostly to remain indoors, behind the counter and safety of the shop his parents ran. This was only adding to his discomfort. Still, he listens to the quips between the siblings, listens to the instruction offered from Loren, unable to hear Korbin’s response, and moves to go grab a shovel — keeping his gaze away as he outfits it with a bit wider of a piece — aimed more for pushing than shoveling the snow and ice away.
And then he starts to take little lines, starting and angling it off to the side, pushing it over and away. He’d continue to take those lines until hopefully it was clear enough.
GLAS
