Arsen
"No, I ain't okay," Arsen barks to whoever calls out a question to him, the Attuned not yet looking up from his own backside. "Some fuckin' dragon took a bite out of me. Ripped a good few feathers out too. What an asshole. Kinda place is this anyway?" It comes out as complaints, demands even, the sort that can only be made by the still-hormonal and too-young-to-know-better.
Arsen lifts his gaze to find some guy in a beach getup, as far as he can tell, and he snorts. Is it because he finds the outfit pathetic? Or just weirdly picture perfect in these stupid, rolling sands and lapping waves? You decide. "Oi, mind lendin' me your eyes? I can't see shit from here." He jabs a thumb at his tailbone.
Arsen lifts his gaze to find some guy in a beach getup, as far as he can tell, and he snorts. Is it because he finds the outfit pathetic? Or just weirdly picture perfect in these stupid, rolling sands and lapping waves? You decide. "Oi, mind lendin' me your eyes? I can't see shit from here." He jabs a thumb at his tailbone.
you ask if i'll grow to be a wise man
well i ask if i'll grow old
well i ask if i'll grow old
