Otter Creek oh, how can this be? i’ve finally found peace

wintersbane lets out a low snort of amusement as he watches her attempt to exaggerate her own height. ❝perhaps it is both.❞ wintersbane suggests on a breezy, teasing tone; a flash of his teeth given in a grin that could've easily mirrored the arrogance of his younger self. the good thing about being so big? it hit just right with the intimidation factor; even if despite being a master warrior he was, more or less, pretty soft.

maybe that shift from the ferocious child he'd been had happened when he'd hit his head and had temporary amnesia. or maybe it'd always been there; hidden in a fortress of thorns.

❝i commend anyone who can live by the sea,❞ he gives a pause here, only to add a few heartbeats later, ❝not because of the smell. i don't mind the smell of saltwater. i just don't like sand.❞ he admits with a casual roll of his shoulders.