LOCKE
The trek to and from King's End was less exciting when he knew where he was and where he was going. He had been armed with a basket of things for the twins because he's trying to be a good uncle, friend, whatever he is to them. As it stood, he was heading back to Torchline, a small bag of things he'd gathered on the way slung over one shoulder.
Something above him caught his attention, a shadow passing over him. He turned to look, squinting in the sunlight. A griffin maybe? He had only ever seen a few and he knew about Hai. Locke watches it for a moment before noticing a man further down the shoreline. Maybe it's.. owner? Companion? Well, curiosity killed the cat or whatever, right?
He makes his way towards the other man, "That your's up there? Or is it stalking you?" He's not offering to help or anything.
Something above him caught his attention, a shadow passing over him. He turned to look, squinting in the sunlight. A griffin maybe? He had only ever seen a few and he knew about Hai. Locke watches it for a moment before noticing a man further down the shoreline. Maybe it's.. owner? Companion? Well, curiosity killed the cat or whatever, right?
He makes his way towards the other man, "That your's up there? Or is it stalking you?" He's not offering to help or anything.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
