Lion Head Mesa and there's a storm that's raging

"th- thank ya." the man got out.

he had begun falling into himself, before realizing she- jakoul - was still present, awaiting his last word.

he let her go with a tight-lipped nod.

when the serpentine shadow left, he would preform the act of a less emotional man to empty air, before, of course, collapsing against a wall, curled and heaving.

maggie, oh maggie...!