[color=#008e02]“Yeah, you can thank Colton for the pointers and Ruth for the practice.”[/color] Her grin matched his own, face slowly softening that he didn't hold it against her.[color=#008e02] "Here,"[/color] reaching to run a thumb down over the cartilage, a warm tingling sensation soothing the bruises. She was never known for throwing punches back then, but she’d never been riled and angry enough to warrant it.
It was one of the last thing Colton had done before he left, deciding on freelancing his picking skills than remain taking orders from John-Marc. Ruth's antics had kept her wits sharp. Experiences changed things, but with Megara, some were only marginally. She knew how to hold her own, defend herself enough and shoulder the burden until help arrived, but she still had a tumultuous relationship with gravity and injuring herself.
Listening to the sadness in his voice gave her pause. A safe-haven, yes, but also a self-made prison for his doubts to fester. He deserved a life in the light, walking with his head held high and not sunk, hiding and skulking around in the dark. The promise earned a small smile, even with the clause of him requiring a successor, or heir to truly move on.[color=#008e02] “I know,”[/color] her voice was quiet. [color=#008e02]“You think I’d let you just.. Leave them. They need you and.. Arlathan needs me. I… I’d like to stay there, but...”[/color]
Meg sighed. It was the first place she’d felt as though her work was making a difference, even if the thought of leadership was terrifying. [color=#008e02]“Maybe it’s good this way. For now anyways. I come see you, you come see me. We.. slowly plan our way back home… wherever that is, however it looks.”[/color] She just couldn't lose him. Not again. Not without her there, anyway. [color=#008e02]"I'm in, Nairn, heart, body and... soul.. though.. Well. You aren't the only one with a.. story you should, um know." [/color]
It was one of the last thing Colton had done before he left, deciding on freelancing his picking skills than remain taking orders from John-Marc. Ruth's antics had kept her wits sharp. Experiences changed things, but with Megara, some were only marginally. She knew how to hold her own, defend herself enough and shoulder the burden until help arrived, but she still had a tumultuous relationship with gravity and injuring herself.
Listening to the sadness in his voice gave her pause. A safe-haven, yes, but also a self-made prison for his doubts to fester. He deserved a life in the light, walking with his head held high and not sunk, hiding and skulking around in the dark. The promise earned a small smile, even with the clause of him requiring a successor, or heir to truly move on.[color=#008e02] “I know,”[/color] her voice was quiet. [color=#008e02]“You think I’d let you just.. Leave them. They need you and.. Arlathan needs me. I… I’d like to stay there, but...”[/color]
Meg sighed. It was the first place she’d felt as though her work was making a difference, even if the thought of leadership was terrifying. [color=#008e02]“Maybe it’s good this way. For now anyways. I come see you, you come see me. We.. slowly plan our way back home… wherever that is, however it looks.”[/color] She just couldn't lose him. Not again. Not without her there, anyway. [color=#008e02]"I'm in, Nairn, heart, body and... soul.. though.. Well. You aren't the only one with a.. story you should, um know." [/color]
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