I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Nodding beneath the pelted umbrella, and concentrating on sending another round of droplets away, to twist and turn in the sky around them, his eyes eventually rounded back to the top of her head. Some sigh threatened another escape, for while the unknown was a constant beckoning thing, the strange alteration in so many forms left him pondering into other complexities.
A bonfire was far more enticing though, and his brows lifted for a moment at the promise of infernos. “Sounds delightful,” and he meant it, even if his deep rumble took on notes of sarcasm – they both knew his affinity for flames. “I did wonder how well most of you would do during Deepfrost,” besides homes and shelters kept alight most of the time. They couldn’t possibly be roaming too far into winter’s threshold. “Let me know when it is ready. I will likely be back and forth helping Noah anyway.” Hastening and moving a quest, and perhaps, a curse along.
The half-hug encouraged a press of his mouth against the crown of her head; warm intervals of affection rarely granted or given to anyone outside his tight and sequestered circle. “Thank you.”
A bonfire was far more enticing though, and his brows lifted for a moment at the promise of infernos. “Sounds delightful,” and he meant it, even if his deep rumble took on notes of sarcasm – they both knew his affinity for flames. “I did wonder how well most of you would do during Deepfrost,” besides homes and shelters kept alight most of the time. They couldn’t possibly be roaming too far into winter’s threshold. “Let me know when it is ready. I will likely be back and forth helping Noah anyway.” Hastening and moving a quest, and perhaps, a curse along.
The half-hug encouraged a press of his mouth against the crown of her head; warm intervals of affection rarely granted or given to anyone outside his tight and sequestered circle. “Thank you.”
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