Blackfoot Forest sound is faster in water than in air

Love yours too! "how he used to dream of a tiny jerusalem for him..." <3

veins of scar tissue shine on his face, evoking kintsugi.

it reminds her of gavrel. she can hardly stand to look at him.

don't just stare, she seethes, her voice coming out shriller than she means it to. say hello, at least.

it's manners, she trails off into a mutter, the corners of her eyes red with inclement tears.

a part of her is aware how foolish she sounds -- like someone who has lost everything, but who insists on mincing over the difference between the dessert fork and the fish fork, the direction in which to fold the napkin.

she trembles, still, this time out of latent fear. another part of her hopes that this scarred stranger could be her end.