[An easy question, that could lead to more of the same, but still he says-<] My people.
[Quietly in to the darkness and the light she made for them. Barely enough light to see the outline of her against the shadows, but he knows the shape of her face from hours of talking. From riding and missions and watching her step in to battle, something like fire raining from her hands.]
no subject
[Quietly in to the darkness and the light she made for them. Barely enough light to see the outline of her against the shadows, but he knows the shape of her face from hours of talking. From riding and missions and watching her step in to battle, something like fire raining from her hands.]
I care about my people.