Herbalists' Cache a mad thought

their gazes met. what words were not conveyed his eye might say, and a second rugged sound deep in his throat for the tears that such a man would not allow to fall. not allow in any sight but his own.

"they are — very small. i know they will grow fast," he hummed, though the words drifted away. sun eater was overcome and did not conceive of how to handle the burgeoning emotions stark in his chest.

he did not know it was love, and he did not know the name of appreciation, but he felt them now, an opalescence of a deep new desire to be — to be not himself.

he struggled there at this natal moment of realization.

"we should sing again," voice hoarse, and began a second time, low.