it's lovely by the water

LOCKE

Locke merely rolls his eyes, sighing softly. He doesn't feel like trying to write it all out and frankly he's still not entirely sure what he did wrong. Were the gods not meant to guide their followers? It's a wound that will take some time to heal but he'll just deal with this for now. He's already figured out that while he can talk, it's best to just not. He really doesn't want to deal with that right now.

Locke finishes filling up the buckets before standing and taking one of his own up the embankment. He's not really worried about being burned too much. He can handle it alright, probably.

It's like a bit of light
and a touch of dark