Silverlight Terrace you're a taker, devils-maker

❝sure,❞ galana faintly smiled at chickadee, moving to walk in step with her.

she stole a few (hopefully) unnoticed glances as she thought of kivaluk. the short pause was unbearable, as was the words and questions just waiting to be spoken.

❝what's he like now anyways?❞ the heavy sigh would do nothing to take the weight from her shoulders. ❝it's- it's just been a while.❞

how much had really changed? she hoped chickadee's answers wouldn't hurt, perhaps kivaluk was the same as he'd always been. the girl didn't know if that would bring her relief.