Witch's Marsh kiss your eyelids in the morning as you start to raise your head

yas kween

they made a good team, he realized in the moment. cortez told stories, and olive found deeper meaning within them. he'd always thought of himself and calder as a dynamic duo—and they always would be, in some fashion—but this certainly had potential. he was surprised he had never considered the possibility before, though olive had left so long ago. . .he couldn't be blamed for the lapse.

well said, sis, he said warmly, his smile matching his eyes again. i suppose the only thing to do now is to go to elysium and find out.

cortez took a nimble step back, canting his head as if to say, lead the way. for as much as he'd forged his own path over these past moons, he was more than happy to let someone else trailblaze instead.