and we'll forget this solemn day, we'll always be young again
“Yeah?” Varus asks with a light chuckle, eyeing the dragon again before focusing on the walk they take. It’s an overcast day which makes it easier for him to slip between the buildings, and he can’t help but to tack on a little tidbit on the subject of her companion’s protectiveness. “How’d ya get him? Some sorta gift from the gods or were you lucky to just happen across him?” He asks, curious despite himself.
As for any novels? He readjusts the cans on his arm, following her still before he’s nodding. “A few, yeah. Most recently a ghost story.” Wasn’t entirely his cup of tea but it was a story nonetheless, captivating him while he’d healed from the concussion he’d given himself, read to him by Isla.
Once they reach the space, he glances up through the building before his gaze lands back on Maeve with a nod. “I can stay a little bit but I should be heading back soon. My girl’s waiting for me back home.” With the fishing line as promised, a quick jaunt to Torchline and back as promised.
As for any novels? He readjusts the cans on his arm, following her still before he’s nodding. “A few, yeah. Most recently a ghost story.” Wasn’t entirely his cup of tea but it was a story nonetheless, captivating him while he’d healed from the concussion he’d given himself, read to him by Isla.
Once they reach the space, he glances up through the building before his gaze lands back on Maeve with a nod. “I can stay a little bit but I should be heading back soon. My girl’s waiting for me back home.” With the fishing line as promised, a quick jaunt to Torchline and back as promised.
VARUS
