A sky of trees. What a strange idea... but you can't deny that it sounds interesting, like something out of a story you might have told Ray. "Dunno. I'd miss the sun." A weak protest, made weaker by the follow-up: "But if I had a guide it might be nice." You raise a brow in return to her, the playful suggestion clear. Not that you expect anything to come of this, but it's nice to pretend sometimes. Pretend you have a future of adventure, pretend you're happy, pretend you could leave your ghosts behind.
Complicated indeed. Fucking insane more like, but then, weird crap happens all the time. You turn to face her head on, eyes widening briefly in surprise before a snort leaves you and you shake your head. "Sounds like some god shit." Your voice makes it perfectly clear just what you think of gods and their shit. "Shame. Those years... when they're learnin' everythin'. So damn curious. Fuckin' great." You sound painfully wistful as you look back toward the dark sea, a ghost of a smile erasing some of the age that mars your face.
You might have closed off entirely when the tables turned, but something about Vai puts you at ease. Maybe it's the fact that she's a stranger you'll probably never see again. Things have been so complicated; it feels simple, sitting here, enjoying a drink. Speaking of which: you extend your hand to reclaim the bottle as you answer. "One. Ray. He's... he'd've been thirteen."
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
