October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
You'd know that voice anywhere. So would most of Stormbreak, come to think of it. Turning with a smile on your lips, you fix the Orator with a stare that is as close to disapproving as you can manage; currently, it isn't very close. "Dorian." You say, your smile contouring the Orator's name as you beam up at him. Indeed he'd be able to kiss the back of your hand—receiving an amused roll of your eyes for his trouble—before you link your arm with his.
"No, I'm afraid not. Old dogs and new tricks and all that." You say wrinkling your nose and shrugging against him as you continue your stroll around the square. Unable to help yourself given your curiosity about the Outlanders that the higher Order members have been sent to learn about, you try and casually bring them up as innocuously as possible. "I treated Finn just yesterday...I was under the impression that he was the only one who had returned home. Is your...task finished, then?" Just light chatter. Small talk really, certainly not your way of finding any crumbs of information that you can.
"No, I'm afraid not. Old dogs and new tricks and all that." You say wrinkling your nose and shrugging against him as you continue your stroll around the square. Unable to help yourself given your curiosity about the Outlanders that the higher Order members have been sent to learn about, you try and casually bring them up as innocuously as possible. "I treated Finn just yesterday...I was under the impression that he was the only one who had returned home. Is your...task finished, then?" Just light chatter. Small talk really, certainly not your way of finding any crumbs of information that you can.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
