little bo peep has lost her sheep
10-08-2024, 05:35 PM
As the wind picked up and whistled its dark tune through the spires, Finch's ears flattened against her skull. This stranger seemed to relish in the noise - he stood to attention while she shrank in equal measure. She had never felt so far from home, even though she could have sworn if she looked over her shoulder she could spot the very edge of the range that Avalon called home. Geographically speaking, she knew she was close by, but she suddenly felt very, very far away. Hadn't she always wanted to go on some great adventure? That cursed half-light that suffused the land must be playing tricks on her eyes. Home was within sprinting distance, she just knew it. Finch slid a flighty glance in its direction, but Björn pressed closer and it was in her nature to be polite. To placate a stranger was second nature. She was a healer, tempered by her craft to be sweet and kind and willing to do the dirty work. "It's a herald of the end times, when the earth will be devoured by the sea." Here, she piped up, indignant: "I assure you that isn't true. We're as close to the heart of Boreas as you can get. Completely land-locked," she said, steadfast in her knowledge of the land. Part of her knew he wanted to tease her, but another part relished the singular attention. She hadn't felt this way since she'd been alone with Jiro, the boy she'd met outside of the Hallows' bonfire festival. It wasn't often that Finch was alone with a boy. "And what is a so - ... su - sew-t... nos, anyway?" |
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