Love mends even the broken parts
Snorting, Loren shook his head. ”I have lots of weaknesses.” Holding up a hand, he began ticking them off on his fingers. ”I don’t take care of myself when I’m upset, I can’t bear to see people I care about suffering, I have a terrible temper, I’m more than a bit violent, I don’t like things that are out of my control, and I’m shitty at maintaining relationships. Oh and I’m afraid of heights unless I have feathers.” He raised his eyebrows as he stared at Maea. ”Need I continue?” There was something almost amused about his tone, though mainly that was self-depreciating.
Astra nuzzled the Loreseeker at her words. Up above, he spotted the islands they’d been examining. Immediately landing and shifting he snagged a fresh sheet of paper. He sketched the coast and the original position he’d thought the islands were in. ”Can you draw where you saw the islands?” Holding out the paper and the charcoal, it was all he could do to contain his excitement.
Astra nuzzled the Loreseeker at her words. Up above, he spotted the islands they’d been examining. Immediately landing and shifting he snagged a fresh sheet of paper. He sketched the coast and the original position he’d thought the islands were in. ”Can you draw where you saw the islands?” Holding out the paper and the charcoal, it was all he could do to contain his excitement.
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