[ The god watches the birds for a brief stretch of silence, gaze soft in a quiet wonder. These are not pests to him as they are the Ironeye; creatures that come to demand food are altogether different than creatures that come to demand life or limb.
He cannot remember when he last saw an animal so close.
The assassin pulls the Forsaken from his thoughts as he broaches the distance between them, and he too turns to the south to begin their trek. His gaze settles on the quiver briefly, a slight smile curving his mouth.
It suits him, he thinks. ]
Better, yes. [ His brows lift again in surprise, and his gaze slides askance, avoidant. Self-deprecating humor creeps into his tone. ] I- hadn't expected you to remember, I suppose.
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He cannot remember when he last saw an animal so close.
The assassin pulls the Forsaken from his thoughts as he broaches the distance between them, and he too turns to the south to begin their trek. His gaze settles on the quiver briefly, a slight smile curving his mouth.
It suits him, he thinks. ]
Better, yes. [ His brows lift again in surprise, and his gaze slides askance, avoidant. Self-deprecating humor creeps into his tone. ] I- hadn't expected you to remember, I suppose.