Tch— now I'm bitterly jealous we never went together. It'd have made A Midwinter Night's Cream moderately bearable. [Is a radiant chitter readily inclined to mimic the waves they soon leave behind, tucked between oppressive layers of cloth that blot the worst of the sun's glare (and yet, much like the carriage ride from Evereska, it's the heat that draws in tenderly against fur and skin alike; pressed in from the other side, if he closes he eyes, he might just manage to pretend— )]
Hm?
[All right?
—oh.
Oh.
Gods above, he'd been so preoccupied with the bulk of their plans and the mollifying inpress of Leto's presence (houndishness detracting nothing) that he'd completely forgotten the risk in play: his rampant paranoia laid low without a whimper.]
Yes.
Yes— of course. [Flustered. Or stumbling. Or elated. Or distracted. Or— ] Aside from the whole being-shaken-about-like-a-rodent-in-a-trap, it's practically sybaritic down here.
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Tch— now I'm bitterly jealous we never went together. It'd have made A Midwinter Night's Cream moderately bearable. [Is a radiant chitter readily inclined to mimic the waves they soon leave behind, tucked between oppressive layers of cloth that blot the worst of the sun's glare (and yet, much like the carriage ride from Evereska, it's the heat that draws in tenderly against fur and skin alike; pressed in from the other side, if he closes he eyes, he might just manage to pretend— )]
Hm?
[All right?
—oh.
Oh.
Gods above, he'd been so preoccupied with the bulk of their plans and the mollifying inpress of Leto's presence (houndishness detracting nothing) that he'd completely forgotten the risk in play: his rampant paranoia laid low without a whimper.]
Yes.
Yes— of course. [Flustered. Or stumbling. Or elated. Or distracted. Or— ] Aside from the whole being-shaken-about-like-a-rodent-in-a-trap, it's practically sybaritic down here.