as I hold my soul all the music pours out
It’s the sound of a lost and lonely Luxere calling for its herd. Falke too, had stopped to hear the mournful cry and stands with Ophelia by the enclosure wall. Inside, the weather and temperature has shifted into something much more like Deepfrost, the edges of the magic leaking a bit on to the walkways. The Fixer shivers a bit and Ophelia presses herself against his neck and shoulders. She doesn’t like the cold much either. But the bandaged and sad little luxere draws both the human and the companion’s compassion, and Falke finally reaches for his pack. The first and second tries are obviously wrong, but after unzipping and zipping again, he finds what he’s looking for: an apple.
Brandishing it triumphantly aloft, he offers it without hesitation to the reindeer-like creature, hoping that it might find him acceptable and linger for some scritches on the nose.
Brandishing it triumphantly aloft, he offers it without hesitation to the reindeer-like creature, hoping that it might find him acceptable and linger for some scritches on the nose.
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
