PETER
Distrust is still leagues better than outright hostility, though both are familiar to Peter, for a number of reasons. ”Should I shout next time?” Pet asks in a voice so flat it’s difficult to tell if he’s being serious or just kind of an ass. Against his better judgement, he follows after her, somehow more silent in the sand than he had been in the underbrush.
”What... what are you uh... shocking the ground for?” Curious despite himself, Pet is carefully out of range from Raza’s trident, though still closer than he necessarily should be. Hands tuck into his pockets, tight against his sides, flattening his silhouette strangely against the flickering firelight.
”What... what are you uh... shocking the ground for?” Curious despite himself, Pet is carefully out of range from Raza’s trident, though still closer than he necessarily should be. Hands tuck into his pockets, tight against his sides, flattening his silhouette strangely against the flickering firelight.
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I wanna go
But I know where I wanna go
