HENRY
a knife twists at the thought that
I should fall short of the mark
I should fall short of the mark
Henry sighs into the breeze as his wings take hold of it, letting Sunjata direct their flight towards the ocean. He has no qualms with this. Although, he does cast one last glance down towards the firling before committing more fully to their chosen course. Me too.. he offers, quieter, grim. He ponders over this, though, over the possibility of failure. What that would mean for the Ascended, for the Grounds. Would they ever try again, if they did fail?
Oh, uh, my name's Henry, by the way. Dunno if I told you that earlier... He adds, a touch awkward. The rolling, bustling city limits are soon reached, and Henry glances up towards the macaw.
He can't not ask, though, because it's bothering the crap out of him. Eventually, his voice cracks through the silence, Do you really think they can do it? What if they don't succeed?
Oh, uh, my name's Henry, by the way. Dunno if I told you that earlier... He adds, a touch awkward. The rolling, bustling city limits are soon reached, and Henry glances up towards the macaw.
He can't not ask, though, because it's bothering the crap out of him. Eventually, his voice cracks through the silence, Do you really think they can do it? What if they don't succeed?
middle of adventure
such a perfect place to start
such a perfect place to start
