we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Well. That was very satisfying.
And she didn’t even have to worry about straining her voice because - no irritated vocal chords anymore. It isn’t until she hears a muffled yelp behind her that she whirls around - but there’s no one there. Until she looks a little further and realizes there’s someone hanging from a branch on a nearby try. Squinting unnecessarily, she calls out “Sah?”
His question lands a moment later and her first instinct is to go Yep. So she does. “Yeah, actually. Old Longheat tradition.” But she scared him? The queen raises a brow, both amused and curious. “What’re you doing in that tree anyway?” She begins to slowly walk towards the tree he’s in, meandering in a not so straight line. Not because she’s drunk, but because, well - she can in an open space like this.
And she didn’t even have to worry about straining her voice because - no irritated vocal chords anymore. It isn’t until she hears a muffled yelp behind her that she whirls around - but there’s no one there. Until she looks a little further and realizes there’s someone hanging from a branch on a nearby try. Squinting unnecessarily, she calls out “Sah?”
His question lands a moment later and her first instinct is to go Yep. So she does. “Yeah, actually. Old Longheat tradition.” But she scared him? The queen raises a brow, both amused and curious. “What’re you doing in that tree anyway?” She begins to slowly walk towards the tree he’s in, meandering in a not so straight line. Not because she’s drunk, but because, well - she can in an open space like this.
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