I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Whisking away another thunderous torrent away from their umbrellas and natural cover, his eyes narrowed, speculations taking hold. While his stare resonated upon the water in the distance, knowing the risk of flooding could hold potential damage for the land they stood amidst now, something about the statement bothered him. “Halo has had some melting,” wondering if the two were related – or if it was just a seasonal conjecture. “I do not like it,” with a subversive wrinkle to his nose, a light snicker curling in the corner of his mouth. “Do you need any help with it?” Figuring perhaps with sandbags or funneling, but given how multitudes were already rapidly inclining, they might run out of places to put it.
That she was doing well mattered more to him though, and the smirk became a true grin, though not without the substantial rise in his brows at her announcement. Whether the timing was fast and rapid, impulsive and emboldened, wasn’t for him to say – though it wouldn’t surprise him either way, given who Kiada was. “I see,” he uttered at first, testing the waters on how far he could push some teasing or taunting. “And he is treating you well?” The Harpy wouldn’t tolerate anything less, but it was always good to know where things stood – need for destruction pending.
That she was doing well mattered more to him though, and the smirk became a true grin, though not without the substantial rise in his brows at her announcement. Whether the timing was fast and rapid, impulsive and emboldened, wasn’t for him to say – though it wouldn’t surprise him either way, given who Kiada was. “I see,” he uttered at first, testing the waters on how far he could push some teasing or taunting. “And he is treating you well?” The Harpy wouldn’t tolerate anything less, but it was always good to know where things stood – need for destruction pending.
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