tell the wolves I'm home
While she ruminated, he ate, sliding several pieces along, content with company, the open skies, the roaring fire, and the confections on his tongue. On some manner of juvenility, he turned over his palm, purposefully catching her fingers. “Perhaps,” he murmured after swallowing down a few more portions, eyes segmenting over the lake, the nestled bout of wood, the precipices of peace they’d managed to find and maintain for a few days. The sense of responsibility loomed though, as always, and he wondered if and when they’d be able to even snag those precious and rare opportunities – how far arrangements would have to go, and what to do if threats unfurled in their absence.
His gaze segmented back to her, snorting at the subject of ‘vacation homes’ in the Grounds. He couldn’t fathom such a thing there, not when so many were hellbent on survival, or struggling within the barrier. “Not too far from Ru either,” he mentioned on the subject of Kiada and family – making no invitation for Sunjata. “If we can make it something feasible,” he teased again, with another wrinkle to his nose and another pancake consumed.
His gaze segmented back to her, snorting at the subject of ‘vacation homes’ in the Grounds. He couldn’t fathom such a thing there, not when so many were hellbent on survival, or struggling within the barrier. “Not too far from Ru either,” he mentioned on the subject of Kiada and family – making no invitation for Sunjata. “If we can make it something feasible,” he teased again, with another wrinkle to his nose and another pancake consumed.
the ressurected sword
