[Lying down on her back next to him, Frieda exhales. A marsh isn't a hospitable place per se, but compared to the cavern's cold darkness and the desert's blistering brightness, the trees' canopy above them, the sounds of insects and frogs, and the herbs' strong but pleasant smells are blessings she's grateful for.]
You had a dream like this? Of a swamp? Who lived there?
[After meeting those few odd characters in Sunny's safe space memory, she's genuinely curious what other people his mind came up with.]
AoTs don't get to get high(-ish) a lot!!
You had a dream like this? Of a swamp? Who lived there?
[After meeting those few odd characters in Sunny's safe space memory, she's genuinely curious what other people his mind came up with.]