all my nightmares escaped my head
A red brow raises toward Remi at the question, before he shakes his head with a small huff of a laugh. “Nope.” He shrugs, flashing an apologetic smile toward the demigod as he starts moving, slipping through the throng of people with a well practiced movement. “Abandoned. Been one since I was small.” He pauses to cast a glance back at the ex-governor. “S’why I’ve nev’r gone t’the shrines. Ain’t gonna answer me anyway.” He offers a bit more honestly, perhaps a bit bitterly.
He shakes himself out of it, because it isn’t Remi’s fault that he’s been in a shitty mood. So instead, his steps are more pointed, guided toward the edge of the docks closest to it. “Don’t got any useful magics for th’water yet. But I got a fishin' boat.” He stops by a boat tied to the end, one with the Kydd name written in inky black along the side, eaten halfway by a host of barnacles.
Already Milo starts untying his father’s boat from the dock, preparing to slip into it with Remi and head toward the spot he’d always heard the shrine was located.
He shakes himself out of it, because it isn’t Remi’s fault that he’s been in a shitty mood. So instead, his steps are more pointed, guided toward the edge of the docks closest to it. “Don’t got any useful magics for th’water yet. But I got a fishin' boat.” He stops by a boat tied to the end, one with the Kydd name written in inky black along the side, eaten halfway by a host of barnacles.
Already Milo starts untying his father’s boat from the dock, preparing to slip into it with Remi and head toward the spot he’d always heard the shrine was located.
bar the door, please don't let them in
MILO
