Bartholomew
His naivety - because Bart can be nice sometimes and not call it other, far less kind things - is not surprising, but it is exasperating, so he rolls his eyes shamelessly. “You ask, kid. Ascended ain’t boogeymen, s’not like we can’t talk to or about ‘em.” Which most people seem to do; assuming, taking the word of other non-Ascended people as truth, until the actual facts are turned into something more like myth.
The dragon finally releases them, and Bart rolls off more leisurely than he should given the situation, but it admittedly hadn’t even been much of a brawl and despite being bony, the kid wasn’t the least comfortable thing Bart had ever lounged on.
Finally he gets an answer, and it’s so easy and painfully bland that he wants to punch Talyson all over again just for having caused such a snaffu over a goddamn errand. “Well damn that’s easy, shit grows like wildfire here. But ya gotta look on the trees, it’s like old man’s beard - ain’t gonna be on the ground as often.” Getting up with a grunt he moseys over to the nearest tree without another word, beginning to rip off portions of the moss until he has a thick bundle. Returning with it, he holds it out to Talyson in what would look like a peace offering if it wasn’t for the eternal jut of his chin. “This enough?”
The dragon finally releases them, and Bart rolls off more leisurely than he should given the situation, but it admittedly hadn’t even been much of a brawl and despite being bony, the kid wasn’t the least comfortable thing Bart had ever lounged on.
Finally he gets an answer, and it’s so easy and painfully bland that he wants to punch Talyson all over again just for having caused such a snaffu over a goddamn errand. “Well damn that’s easy, shit grows like wildfire here. But ya gotta look on the trees, it’s like old man’s beard - ain’t gonna be on the ground as often.” Getting up with a grunt he moseys over to the nearest tree without another word, beginning to rip off portions of the moss until he has a thick bundle. Returning with it, he holds it out to Talyson in what would look like a peace offering if it wasn’t for the eternal jut of his chin. “This enough?”
They say I need therapy 'Cause I've got no symmetry
but maybe I just don't fit in
but maybe I just don't fit in
