Re: [Other Arrivals]
[ lowers his hand to the floor, still watching her...
...he finds himself talking again, though he's not quite sure about what. Something in the vein of stories, definitely, ones from his childhood, when he and Red would huddle together on the floor by the light of a tiny candle and read, careful to hide the light from the rest of the house, so late at night... stories of tinkers, and inventors, and the discoveries they lucked on or worked towards, towns they saved in the nick of time... explorers and adventurers, searching for lost cities... ]