zephyr
"Oy, what's wrong with our fish?" Your indignation is clearly feigned, belied by the rumble of laughter in your voice. You happen to be quite fond of the local fish, thank you very much. Guided by firelight as well as the lad himself you continue to meander through the streets, taking pleasure in the cool evening, the breeze that smells deliciously of bonfire smoke and sea.
You raise an eyebrow at the question, eyes trained on the distant sky. "Yup." All your life, born and bred, and you can't imagine living anywhere else. Your feet belong on sand, not stone. Of course, it makes you perhaps a bit more perceptive of the kid's own unwillingness to transition somewhere new.
Glancing sidelong to gauge his reaction, you let out a low, thoughtful hum. "You ever been out on th'water, kid? Seen th'horizon stretchin' on forever?" You shrug, somewhat nonchalant. "Lotta Torchline t'see when the sun comes up. Maybe ya oughta give it a chance."
You raise an eyebrow at the question, eyes trained on the distant sky. "Yup." All your life, born and bred, and you can't imagine living anywhere else. Your feet belong on sand, not stone. Of course, it makes you perhaps a bit more perceptive of the kid's own unwillingness to transition somewhere new.
Glancing sidelong to gauge his reaction, you let out a low, thoughtful hum. "You ever been out on th'water, kid? Seen th'horizon stretchin' on forever?" You shrug, somewhat nonchalant. "Lotta Torchline t'see when the sun comes up. Maybe ya oughta give it a chance."
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
