you do the math, you expect the trouble
“Spirits can do whatever the fuck they want.” Nate offers, readjusting the way his arms are crossed and not looking away from where the eyes had been just a moment ago. He taps his foot, considering for a moment everything they know before deciding, eh, fuck it. He’s made worse choices with less info.
His head swivels to lock his gaze on Wessex agin, a brow cocking in her direction. “That tell you what you needed?” Comes the hum, though he barely waits for an answer before dropping in his own two cents. “I think we should get going sooner rather than later. Burning… time.” He fizzles out near the end, the usual turn of phrase not really applying to them.
Nate votes for you to the desert let’s get on this dragon train
His head swivels to lock his gaze on Wessex agin, a brow cocking in her direction. “That tell you what you needed?” Comes the hum, though he barely waits for an answer before dropping in his own two cents. “I think we should get going sooner rather than later. Burning… time.” He fizzles out near the end, the usual turn of phrase not really applying to them.
Nate votes for you to the desert let’s get on this dragon train
NATE
