When she admitted that there were some, his brow arched, waiting for some other kind of deliberation or answer. Perhaps she hadn’t found it satisfying, though he figured she wouldn’t like the next suggestion (the potential of inquiring a god), his head tilted vaguely instead, granting an intrigued disposition without digging too far. “Were you thinking of an item instead?”
Echo sharks being mean failed to segment anything he knew of the species – save for being amongst predators and therefore rationale lending towards hunting specifications, so his brows furrowed briefly. “What do you mean?” More vicious? More conniving? An alteration in how they approached, and could it be a result of void inclusions, or something else altogether?
As for the other sentiments, he could only lift his head, a long sigh unfurling, watching as it dissipated into puffs of air, much like the ghosts nearby. He wouldn’t comment on the notions; they both knew how Caido worked. There would be small, minute increments where they had moments of peace and repose, before everything else seemed to unravel. This was another set of instances that he couldn’t name yet, other than dread, or apprehension, as they all waited for something else to drop.
His eyes followed a wandering spirit as it mingled across the water ahead, dashing along with no need for the mirrored surface. Stormbreak was something else he had difficulty in defining, with all its sentiments stored in various directions. He gave her a slight smile, and a mild snort. “Any recommendations then?”
Echo sharks being mean failed to segment anything he knew of the species – save for being amongst predators and therefore rationale lending towards hunting specifications, so his brows furrowed briefly. “What do you mean?” More vicious? More conniving? An alteration in how they approached, and could it be a result of void inclusions, or something else altogether?
As for the other sentiments, he could only lift his head, a long sigh unfurling, watching as it dissipated into puffs of air, much like the ghosts nearby. He wouldn’t comment on the notions; they both knew how Caido worked. There would be small, minute increments where they had moments of peace and repose, before everything else seemed to unravel. This was another set of instances that he couldn’t name yet, other than dread, or apprehension, as they all waited for something else to drop.
His eyes followed a wandering spirit as it mingled across the water ahead, dashing along with no need for the mirrored surface. Stormbreak was something else he had difficulty in defining, with all its sentiments stored in various directions. He gave her a slight smile, and a mild snort. “Any recommendations then?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
