"Well," she says, looking back at her cavalier in time to see that crooked smile flicker at the corner of her mouth. She flushes, setting the edge of her tongue between the sharp ridges of her premolar and letting the sting keep her from answering Gideon's smile with one of her own. "Good."
Turning back to the tree in front of them, Harrow casts down a knuckle from her pocket, unfolding it into a short, thin plaque of bone, a platform between herself and the ground. "You can set it all up on there."
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Date: 2021-09-06 06:00 pm (UTC)Turning back to the tree in front of them, Harrow casts down a knuckle from her pocket, unfolding it into a short, thin plaque of bone, a platform between herself and the ground. "You can set it all up on there."