And there was no way in hell he was going to waste the energy it would cost him to conceal it merely for the sake of his pride. Raymond was not so delicate as that.
When he stopped walking, the open prairie lay before them like a sea of sunkissed gold and the forested border was behind. What he felt for Sussuro Fields fell far short of fondness: its relentlessly open spaces drew a funereal shroud of artificial silence that each errant chirp and syllable struggled in vain to fill like water through a kitchen strainer. It seemed like a place made for dying.
Was that bias talking?
Raymond swiveled his head toward the star-marked boy. His expression surrendered none of this, comfortably straddling the line between serenity and boredom that inspires in some the desire to be interesting and in others the desire to be brief. His eyes glinted with sunset fire - those, at least, were alive and engaged in the moment. His tail twitched as he chewed on his own consideration. To business, then.
"It's a long way here from Velius," he said, perhaps surprisingly jumping straight past an appraisal of their recent performance to sink his teeth into the heart of things, "with an interesting story to match, I bet. I'd love to hear it."
Raymond.
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around
@Asterion
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