over the moaning bones
of those who quit and chose to remain
of those who quit and chose to remain
“No,” he offered, rolling a shoulder after a moment of consideration, “I suppose they won’t.”
His question asked, Atreus expected one of the usual answers he received, bordering from a simple ‘no’ to a prideful claim that they knew every plant when in reality, they couldn’t tell wild blueberries from tutsan. As he dug, he glanced toward Theodosia as she gave her answer, wondering if she might be amongst those latter few – but she seemed far from the type, despite how little he knew of her.
Dragging his hoof carefully against the top layer of snow, the roan worked diligently to unearth a clump of basil, now void of its lavender flowers but still lively enough to be used. Silence fell momentarily over him as he uprooted the plant, assuring he retrieved the entire plant before placing it in the basket. Only then did he continue to speak, offering a brief inclination of his head. “If I may inquire, where is home for you? Are you from Terrastella as well?”
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be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive
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