silver is the grip on the helping hand
[ strai ] [ hunting med prey + healing ]
10-14-2023, 07:42 PM
She's not sure that the boy knows what he's doing. He's yelling, and he's backing up, and he's blinded with his own emotion. Bylgja's eyes flick from his to the cliffside, the sharp drop below that's so lethal that even the reindeer had refused it, instead turning to the fangs of its killers. Bylgja moves forward quickly as Strai continues to edge away, closer to the side, to where the drop becomes a void, to --
"... you were going to fall," She grunts, gruffly. There's a cold breeze in her fur, and her face burns, too, wet around the corners of her eyes. "I would like to know you." Quiet, just barely audible over the screaming air around them. She wants to tell him it's okay to cry, but she doesn't think he knows he's crying at all. |
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