but now it is a competition of whichever is heavier:
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
Mutual joviality weave like perfectly slotted threads in a woven tapestry as they fly, the bond open and easy as it tethers them together over the minor distance they keep. His amusement sparks her own, like a cinder that pops over the edge of a fire pit and sets the dry grasses around ablaze. If only, it would be quite the sight. Though I wonder if perhaps they’re used to it living here? Even if they could sling volleys of elemental might down from the heavens in their avian forms, fire is not exactly rare in The Climb.
Watching Deimos bank overhead, Hotaru hums contemplatively. I could lure it in my other form, unless you’d like the honors? I’m more accustomed to the stabbing in the back the other person would need to fulfill, but… her amusement shines through. Sneaking and sleuthing were more her thing, but she’s happy to lure the serpent out on the ground instead of the sky and have it show its literal colors.
Watching Deimos bank overhead, Hotaru hums contemplatively. I could lure it in my other form, unless you’d like the honors? I’m more accustomed to the stabbing in the back the other person would need to fulfill, but… her amusement shines through. Sneaking and sleuthing were more her thing, but she’s happy to lure the serpent out on the ground instead of the sky and have it show its literal colors.
