[of all the places on the ship, the sunlight room is mal's favorite. illusion or not, it's nature. there's nowhere the tracker would rather be than out in the forest, surrounded by the sounds of birds and other creatures.
or maybe the quiet, stillness of the forest as whatever he's tracking attempts to hide.
so when he orients himself and figures out the lay of the station, the sunlight room's pretty much his stomping ground. it's not real, but he prefers this over the rest of it. the sterile cold of a place he doesn't fit into. his coat keeps him warm from the cold, but truly the crisp air isn't nearly as chilly as what he's experienced during a mild ravkan winter. he's making his way across the bridge, heading to the other side where it's easier to get to the pond when he hears the woman speak.
before the stag, mal would have thought mythical creatures were just that. myths. but then the stag happened and now he's here, on this station, trying to undo a mess he could have avoided. so.] Where I'm from, trolls don't live under bridges. But we could check?
5.0 | such a lovely place
or maybe the quiet, stillness of the forest as whatever he's tracking attempts to hide.
so when he orients himself and figures out the lay of the station, the sunlight room's pretty much his stomping ground. it's not real, but he prefers this over the rest of it. the sterile cold of a place he doesn't fit into. his coat keeps him warm from the cold, but truly the crisp air isn't nearly as chilly as what he's experienced during a mild ravkan winter. he's making his way across the bridge, heading to the other side where it's easier to get to the pond when he hears the woman speak.
before the stag, mal would have thought mythical creatures were just that. myths. but then the stag happened and now he's here, on this station, trying to undo a mess he could have avoided. so.] Where I'm from, trolls don't live under bridges. But we could check?