LOCKE
He returns her laugh with a grin of his own, humming in agreement. There are worse ways to meet a medic for sure. "Welcome." He mutters as she takes the flower from him. His head tilts to one side, he hasn't been there in awhile. A long while it feels. "They have some planted in Torchline, these night flowers. For Safrin, I think." He's not entirely sure why he says it but it's what he thinks of. Something picks at the back of his brain but he can't quite puzzle it together.
Her hand pulls him away from his thought and he takes it, shaking it firmly. "You can call me Locke, s'nice to meet ya, Isla." Locke lets her hand go, taking a half-step back to give her space. "Attuned, yeah. But also enjoying the silence. Knew one baby was loud but two? Holy shit." The man shakes his head, "Is there anything I can help with? I got a jaguar shift that's pretty strong."
Her hand pulls him away from his thought and he takes it, shaking it firmly. "You can call me Locke, s'nice to meet ya, Isla." Locke lets her hand go, taking a half-step back to give her space. "Attuned, yeah. But also enjoying the silence. Knew one baby was loud but two? Holy shit." The man shakes his head, "Is there anything I can help with? I got a jaguar shift that's pretty strong."
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in-between is mine
The in-between is mine
