i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
El waited patiently for George's reply, then took some time to consider it. What did they have to lose, really? Was stealing really the worst trouble they could get into? An image of their father's disappointed face came to mind, and they banished it away. He wasn't around anymore to tell them what was right or wrong. El had to decide for themself, and sitting around in the Hollowed Grounds stealing a couple of coins for a drink felt wrong to El. Especially after tonight, especially after George revealed to them what was possible.
They took one more long hit of their cigarette just to make George wait, then stubbed it out on the stone beneath them. With a shrug of their shoulder, they said,
"I'm in." They thought about the homestead, what little personal effects they had there and what they might take with them. Definitely some herbs to add to these nasty cigarettes. Perhaps some seeds as well, just in case there was a place they could grow. They could think of little else they wanted to bring, however. There really wasn't anything left here for them.
"We can leave tomorrow morning, unless you want to stick around for some reason."
They took one more long hit of their cigarette just to make George wait, then stubbed it out on the stone beneath them. With a shrug of their shoulder, they said,
"I'm in." They thought about the homestead, what little personal effects they had there and what they might take with them. Definitely some herbs to add to these nasty cigarettes. Perhaps some seeds as well, just in case there was a place they could grow. They could think of little else they wanted to bring, however. There really wasn't anything left here for them.
"We can leave tomorrow morning, unless you want to stick around for some reason."
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
