"Hmm." Flins leans down, one arm folded behind his back, and with his other hand, he gently traces the outline of Illuga's lower lip.
"Aren't I more suited to join with the embers in your beak? Perhaps I will light the way for you on your long journey across the sky."
"If I were to wish upon a star, I would choose you: the nightingale that flies at dawn, carrying an ember in its beak... Young Master, don't you think such a sight would appear much like a shooting star over the horizon?"
@dawnbearer.bsky.social
/ for my own reference, as usual.
// hello my replies will still be sporadic for the next few days it's genuine lock in hours but I'M ALMOST FREE AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO REPLY TO WHEN I AM
"Of course. Where are my manners?"
The sly grin on his face indicates he's not apologetic in the slightest. Flins cages Lumine against the wall much like a lantern encapsules its flame.
"I took a stumble, you see... and now we have found ourselves in this predicament. My sincerest apologies."
A dutiful Lightkeeper always completes their reports, after all. No matter how tedious... or đąđ°đĒđ¯đĩđđĻđ´đ´ it may seem...
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Hmm. The light of the moon is rather striking tonight. Perhaps a walk will jog my motivation, after all.
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''May the winds bless those born with a free spirit!''
