[ Wings and the feeling of mist. If there were time for it, he'd wonder more idly if this Sam was some kind of gentle harpy. ]
(One of two, yes. Myself and a boy who can't be more than fifteen.)
[ There's a slight bitterness there, revealing a wordless opinion on children being a part of this operation. A bad taste that spreads over his tongue even as he holds it. ]
(He's stubborn about adjusting, but he'll adjust. I'll adjust. I've already been up to the manor on the cliff to listen for any signs on this mysterious enemy we are supposed to find.)
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(One of two, yes. Myself and a boy who can't be more than fifteen.)
[ There's a slight bitterness there, revealing a wordless opinion on children being a part of this operation. A bad taste that spreads over his tongue even as he holds it. ]
(He's stubborn about adjusting, but he'll adjust. I'll adjust. I've already been up to the manor on the cliff to listen for any signs on this mysterious enemy we are supposed to find.)