Cordelia
let us go
where the wild things grows
where the wild things grows
His fumbling reply isn't lost on Cordelia, but she doesn't mind it. The hunter shook her head, huffing out a breath that might have been a laugh, "Gods no. Aino didn't hunt." She wasn't the type. Not that it bothered Cordelia any. The attuned never expected her to be. She was more than capable of going on her own. "She would stay with me when I cleaned up my kills, though." Which meant a bit more to her than going on the hunt in the first place. Perhaps that said something about her as a person. Her willingness to stay when things were messy.
Cordelia fixed the final piece of wax paper onto the last exposed side, placing it on the table with a sigh, "Either way, she was something else. I didn't really know anyone who was like her." And she likely never would.
Cordelia fixed the final piece of wax paper onto the last exposed side, placing it on the table with a sigh, "Either way, she was something else. I didn't really know anyone who was like her." And she likely never would.
let us go
where time runs slow
where time runs slow
