Broken Antler Fen klir

"mm. chit yu gaf?"
she glossed over their initial disagreements (as she always did), a general signifier her anger was dissipated for the moment. briefly scanning the easter island statue under her gaze, his commander feigned a disinterest to his own condition.
all the same number of scars.
she knew every cut on his feet like she knew a tiny creek feeds a great sea, she knew the tear in his ear like she knew the sun would chase away the moonlight, and she knew the odd crinkle of his eyes when he rarely beamed at her when they were yongfous like she knew all the light from the stars in the sky would hit the earth long after everything on its surface had returned to dust.
she steals herself back to reality.
"taim yu dula daun op, don osir buk au feva ..."
the rocking horse dipped forward, a simple pendulum motion.
"ai ste en throu daun, gon ai laik don ron." polar knew her, he had known her for so long, and sending a forceful 'apologies in advance!' for her innate foolhardiness was as a diplomatic as it got with skairipa.