[Joshua is there and waiting, wings tucked neatly against his back. The sun has set, but the last remnants of orange and red line the horizon. He has his flashlight, of course, but he'd almost fly out there without it if he had his way.
His halo is spinning in tight, even circles, glowing a fierce red.]
Maybe. Maybe not. But I want to. That forest belongs to her.
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Date: 2022-05-04 09:22 pm (UTC)His halo is spinning in tight, even circles, glowing a fierce red.]
Maybe. Maybe not. But I want to. That forest belongs to her.