The Ways Of The Old, Old Winds

Sparrow · 04-24-2022, 03:10 PM

Sparrow always loved the East. It was kinda like all of it was her home. Unlike the north, it didn't get as dreadfully cold in the winter, nor as stupid hot in the summer as the south. It was good territory with good farming abilities even when left to its own devices. The fall was her favorite in the east. The leaves dropped and the weather cooled. Squirrels went into overdrive looking to store nuts here and there. It was beautiful all around.

And even more beautiful was the sight in front of her- Jynn in her own mind and her own world as leaves as orange as her coat lifted in the wind around her.

Sparrow, always a sapphic at heart despite her brutish nature, opted to gawk gayly at the woman instead of ruining the moment. She felt like maybe she was seeing something private, something she wasn't meant to see and considered leaving, but, hey, she didn't get to see Jynn as much as she liked, so she swallowed the rise in her throat and made herself apparent by stretching and yawning loudly as if she hadn't just been creepily peering at Jynn from the bushes.

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