As everyone clamors to get their voices in, Po suddenly finds himself falling quiet. All the god has to offer is a proposal to wait; but isn’t now, when the fire is stable (or relatively so) the time to take action?
His brows furrow, but he finds himself nodding along anyway. It’s not in his nature to question a god - and besides, he could use some sleep. Shadows have made a home across his face, particularly in the bags beneath his eyes; looking around, he sees similar afflictions on the faces of his company.
“That’s that, then,” he says quietly, as the others begin to disperse. “I’ll see you all on the ‘morrow.”
The fires still cast their light into the fading sky, turning the horizon orange. It’s glaringly bright against the darkness of the night; but perhaps it will help keep the nightmares away.
hearts are breaking
wars are raging on
you’ve got me nervous
i’m right at the end of my rope
hey, man, we can’t all be like you
i wish we were all rose-colored too
my rose-colored boy
@everyone yes i pulled this thread out of archives specifically so i could complete it
”here am i!“
