// we stood, steady as the stars in the woods, so happy-hearted
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
“Like those little ones that grew really big?” They ask with a hum of a laugh, a bright grin that spreads across their face. “I’m glad you’re okay. Isla took a look at me too!” They gesture toward their arm, toward the brace they were in the process of removing. It could wait though, given that they’re going for a walk and they grab quite the colorful scarf out of pure show and now because they necessarily need it, but they wrap it around their neck and hop off the steps after they’ve closed the door to join Wessex on a walk.
They hum their agreement of the season, though, nodding hard enough that their curls bounce around their head. “It’s much better than last year.” They agree, drawing silent as they slip through the snow covered town, by the homes full of people inside, content and relieved. They walk off of pure muscle memory at this point when Wessex begins speaking, captivating them with what it is she’s offering.
“The Prince?” They ask curiously, brows twitching together before they shake their head. They haven’t heard of him, no, but as Wessex goes on… Things start to make sense. “Is he… Like me and Osozo or like you?” Was it someone that had become Ascended? Or someone like the long lost demigod that had been made?
The compliment draws a small sheepish smile from them, their hands fidgeting together as they nod and scan the path they take as they think it over. “I like Nate.” They considered Nate an uncle of sorts, that and the memories of Nate and Bastien speaking in their language come to mind. “I can try!” And Nate would keep them safe if anything went wrong. “Tell me about the Prince?” They ask, pausing by a bench casting a glance toward Wessex in case she wanted to sit to explain it or if they should keep walking, though the destination is anyone’s guess.
They hum their agreement of the season, though, nodding hard enough that their curls bounce around their head. “It’s much better than last year.” They agree, drawing silent as they slip through the snow covered town, by the homes full of people inside, content and relieved. They walk off of pure muscle memory at this point when Wessex begins speaking, captivating them with what it is she’s offering.
“The Prince?” They ask curiously, brows twitching together before they shake their head. They haven’t heard of him, no, but as Wessex goes on… Things start to make sense. “Is he… Like me and Osozo or like you?” Was it someone that had become Ascended? Or someone like the long lost demigod that had been made?
The compliment draws a small sheepish smile from them, their hands fidgeting together as they nod and scan the path they take as they think it over. “I like Nate.” They considered Nate an uncle of sorts, that and the memories of Nate and Bastien speaking in their language come to mind. “I can try!” And Nate would keep them safe if anything went wrong. “Tell me about the Prince?” They ask, pausing by a bench casting a glance toward Wessex in case she wanted to sit to explain it or if they should keep walking, though the destination is anyone’s guess.
Azrael
