This Christmas I'll Burn It To The Ground!

He was working in the shop underneath the great ship’s hull, where he could most often be found if he wasn’t at the den with Kirsi. They had made quite the comfortable life here together, one that he was quickly getting used to. Whenever you got comfortable was when things started happening. Song looked up at the call that originated so close to where he was. Uncertainty filled the air and for a long moment Song didn’t leave his alcove. There were many many thoughts that raced through his mind, but most was of concern for what he and Kirsi had built. He didn’t want to lose what they had, but change was inevitable and not always bad.

The massive man pulled himself from his workshop and loped to join the gathering, swiftly making it to Kirsi’s side as he did. Leaning against her slightly, he’d try and catch her gaze from the corner of his eye. The tension was palpable, but he found solace in her cool and calm demeanor. The corners of his lips pulled back slightly despite it all.