we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
“Oh Gods, that drama?” she replies dryly, bold in her position on the many aspects of the Flood’s life. “Yeah, I was there. I pop in and out of Torchline a lot.” Literally. But of course, there’s no need to reveal that.
Coming closer to the river’s edge, the Wraith squats down to inspect the stones on the bank, turning one over here, another over there, palming a third and then discarding it. Doesn’t feel right. “Out here for some quality time with Loki.” She points up at the acrobatic companion with a heartfelt smile. “Life’s been a bit too busy for her liking.” And she’d made that very clear.
“And you?” she asks in return, finally standing up with a chosen rock in hand.
Coming closer to the river’s edge, the Wraith squats down to inspect the stones on the bank, turning one over here, another over there, palming a third and then discarding it. Doesn’t feel right. “Out here for some quality time with Loki.” She points up at the acrobatic companion with a heartfelt smile. “Life’s been a bit too busy for her liking.” And she’d made that very clear.
“And you?” she asks in return, finally standing up with a chosen rock in hand.
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