FOX
"Every landmark has a bunch of bullshit attached to it," Fox agrees, smiling around the rim of his coffee cup and settling back again on the grass to find something to look at while Morgen kindly sketches him out a map of King's End for him. "In some cases," he adds, "the bullshit is current. Or mostly current." He's thinking of the Spire, naturally, and everything attached to the obsidian menace that still dominates the Grounds' skyline.
Trying not to peer over at the developing map despite his curiosity, a smile tugs at his lips to hear of the things that might or might not eat him, but certainly seem dangerous enough. "I'd hope not," he says, not particularly wanting to imagine what a basilisk fucking a bird would look like, but there it is in his mind nevertheless. "Thanks for this," he adds. "World feels a lot bigger since the war."
Trying not to peer over at the developing map despite his curiosity, a smile tugs at his lips to hear of the things that might or might not eat him, but certainly seem dangerous enough. "I'd hope not," he says, not particularly wanting to imagine what a basilisk fucking a bird would look like, but there it is in his mind nevertheless. "Thanks for this," he adds. "World feels a lot bigger since the war."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
