she sees angels in the architecture
You bite your lip to keep a girlish sigh from pushing past your lips. But honestly, it does sound amazing. "Stormbreak is probably one of the most boring places you can be on the continent in terms of aesthetics, I'm afraid. I think everyone has focused on safety for so long that there's little time for much else. The Skyport and Celestine are worth seeing though." The mention of LongNight has you nodding with a distant sort of understanding, having never experienced the hellish week in quite the ways in which Ronin has. 'All the more reason she must be stopped." You mumble under your breath.
"Gods, if you aren't the absolute worst patient I've eve—" You're just about to claim down on his toes even harder when the man starts to glow. Now, you'd wanted him to have weird anatomy as an outlander, but magic? You all but gulp, letting his foot fall back to the bed as your eyes widen, taking in the beautiful, and terrifying state of him. "Is that..uhm...is that...?" You don't know what you're trying to say. It's something like: Is that magic? Not the bad kind, but the good kind? The sort you're allowed to have?
"Gods, if you aren't the absolute worst patient I've eve—" You're just about to claim down on his toes even harder when the man starts to glow. Now, you'd wanted him to have weird anatomy as an outlander, but magic? You all but gulp, letting his foot fall back to the bed as your eyes widen, taking in the beautiful, and terrifying state of him. "Is that..uhm...is that...?" You don't know what you're trying to say. It's something like: Is that magic? Not the bad kind, but the good kind? The sort you're allowed to have?
spinning in infinity
