NATE
Every time he thinks he's done with the Hollowed Grounds, something happens to draw him back, some reason for returning comes up. It's beginning to wear on Nate, his mood as dark and stormy as the beaches he'd left behind to come to the safehouse. The starwhal that trails after him is the exact opposite, excited to be meeting others of the family, to be surrounded by those chosen by the Voice.
A greeting is offered to both Mara and Amun, cordial enough, though his mood shines through, in the smile that struggles to stick to his lips, the way his hands are tightly clenched, his arms tightly folded. Wessex receives a silent greeting, only a touch warmer, more respectful. You're looking better, boss. The thought is sent out as he takes a seat close to the front, Pemota doing a lap of the room, cooing for attention, despite Nate's withering stare, his clear disapproval.
A greeting is offered to both Mara and Amun, cordial enough, though his mood shines through, in the smile that struggles to stick to his lips, the way his hands are tightly clenched, his arms tightly folded. Wessex receives a silent greeting, only a touch warmer, more respectful. You're looking better, boss. The thought is sent out as he takes a seat close to the front, Pemota doing a lap of the room, cooing for attention, despite Nate's withering stare, his clear disapproval.
I love to see the sunIn spite of all it's done
