NATE
The Grounds are frustratingly more familiar than home, a fact that irritates Nate only slightly more than it relaxes him. There’s fewer worries about his nocturnal sojourning here, swaddled as they are in the fragile and more than likely imaginary safety of the Voice. He’s extra swaddled too, Pemota back in the VlamVloed with the twins and Sunjata, but Ramoth curled around his neck.
Maybe he’s gotten too used to the Wilds, stepped just a little too far away from his roots, but Nate doesn’t expect to come across anyone on his little journey. Least of all Varus. Least of all Varus looking decidedly deadly.
A brightly pitched chirp from the dragonling around his neck announces their presence as Nate comes up behind the other ascended, brows lifting with a reluctant recognition. “Gettin’ battle ready, huh old man?” A smirk tugs at one corner of his lips, Nate unable to stop it from twitching up.
Maybe he’s gotten too used to the Wilds, stepped just a little too far away from his roots, but Nate doesn’t expect to come across anyone on his little journey. Least of all Varus. Least of all Varus looking decidedly deadly.
A brightly pitched chirp from the dragonling around his neck announces their presence as Nate comes up behind the other ascended, brows lifting with a reluctant recognition. “Gettin’ battle ready, huh old man?” A smirk tugs at one corner of his lips, Nate unable to stop it from twitching up.
But I know that time's gonna take me
I know that day's gonna come
I know that day's gonna come
