- NATE -
We'll get married or buried
We'll have a baby or kill someone
We'll have a baby or kill someone
Pemota drifts alongside them as they walk, lingering low with Fangorn and making a nuisance of herself as much as she can. It’s only when they arrive that she rises, hovering around Nate’s shoulders as he stiffens to look over the tent, a frown on his face. “It wasn’t here last time.” He mutters darkly, glancing to look at Melita before focusing my his eyes back on the tent.
While they watch, a handful of people in bright costumes exit the tent and start some kind of performance, a single one of them playing a complicated looking pipe while the rest juggle flowing scarves between them. It’s… interesting, and harmless enough that Nate feel comfortable settling down, static arms pulling the blanket out of the basket and laying it carefully on the ground so they can sit.
“I made sure to pack all your favourites.” Nate smiles, most of his attention on his niece, but the rest on the strange performance they stumbled upon. He balances a baby on each knee, making sure they’re comfortable before he gestured for Melita to dig in.
While they watch, a handful of people in bright costumes exit the tent and start some kind of performance, a single one of them playing a complicated looking pipe while the rest juggle flowing scarves between them. It’s… interesting, and harmless enough that Nate feel comfortable settling down, static arms pulling the blanket out of the basket and laying it carefully on the ground so they can sit.
“I made sure to pack all your favourites.” Nate smiles, most of his attention on his niece, but the rest on the strange performance they stumbled upon. He balances a baby on each knee, making sure they’re comfortable before he gestured for Melita to dig in.
Well, I can't decide what to try
Commitment or a gun
Commitment or a gun
