[One eye shut as Ban felt the need to keep the world still. Somehow, the less he saw, the easier it was to manage such a tremendous feat. He burped, his mouth puffing up before he aired the stale breath from the corner of his lips.
Sieglinde made sense, he admitted. It was just a poor thing to hear--that sort of cynicism coming from a child.
He craned his neck a little, hands placed on his knees once he found himself grounded again.]
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Sieglinde made sense, he admitted. It was just a poor thing to hear--that sort of cynicism coming from a child.
He craned his neck a little, hands placed on his knees once he found himself grounded again.]
Is it any fun, at least? Bein' a witch.