Moving day

While Dread wouldn't make things harder on Deluge by sulking, he was... disappointed. Disappointed that she had been called home. They'd been so close he could damn near taste freedom on his tongue. All of that, and he'd still ended up a Raider in the end. It wasn't the Raiders he was complaining about-- Dread would have been disappointed to be called back anywhere when they'd damn near made it on their own. Still, it's important. He was going to show up for her.

The pair crashed through the undergrowth, Dread's gaze keen on the land around them. Curious as it cut through the undergrowth, and they bushwhacked their way through. "Worse comes to worse, pick a spot and I'll clear it and build whatever you want." It was a day too warm to argue with. Like he'd argue with Deluge anyway, accidentally trailing a clump of vines as they explored. "As long as it's on high ground, I can make anything else work." The false confidence of a man who probably has no idea what he's getting into.

"speech"