that was pointlesss. we could have stayed strangers
"So do I, but I didn't think we really gave a fuck about names," Arsen retorts with a scoff, letting himself fall through the air a bit so he can flap his wings and start on the canopy a little lower down, having created a marvellous pool of light already. The one thing he isn't doing is keeping hold of the branches he snips away, however, letting them fall down, down, down to the forest floor. They'll make good mulch, he figures.
"Mm? Oh, I go all over," Arsen says of his travels. "Went to Torchline, but a dragon bit me on the ass. So I came here, and... y'know, I think I might have preferred the dragon." He snorts, a shower of leaves punctuating his amusement. "Why're you in the Greatwood? Or is it to make sure it stays all fucked up an' unwelcoming?"
"Mm? Oh, I go all over," Arsen says of his travels. "Went to Torchline, but a dragon bit me on the ass. So I came here, and... y'know, I think I might have preferred the dragon." He snorts, a shower of leaves punctuating his amusement. "Why're you in the Greatwood? Or is it to make sure it stays all fucked up an' unwelcoming?"
Arsen
