my greatest flaw is a human heart
Peter’s eyes are wide, unblinking, drinking in every bit of Arialla’s storytelling. A world alive, in more ways than one, some undercurrent, deep and respected, thrumming through it. The hand clapped over his light eases, the smile helping to reach him. ”That sounds...” He doesn’t have words for it, his head shaking slowly as he struggled, failed, moved on. ”Did everything have a... a spirit? Or god?”
It’s clear Pet doesn’t expect the interest to be turned back on himself, and he blinks finally, his tongue slow. ”Well... they used to be normal trees.” Not that that actually explains anything. ”I was um, told, I guess, that there used to be a forest, before the desert, and instead of... instead of turning into sand like everything else, the trees were stubborn, and turned to rock instead.” It sounds less fantastical, less magical than dryads, and a fang worries at his lip. ”People would uh... take pieces of them, to make into charms. They were good luck?”
It’s clear Pet doesn’t expect the interest to be turned back on himself, and he blinks finally, his tongue slow. ”Well... they used to be normal trees.” Not that that actually explains anything. ”I was um, told, I guess, that there used to be a forest, before the desert, and instead of... instead of turning into sand like everything else, the trees were stubborn, and turned to rock instead.” It sounds less fantastical, less magical than dryads, and a fang worries at his lip. ”People would uh... take pieces of them, to make into charms. They were good luck?”
PETER
