I'm sure you have power of your own, don't you?
He knew nothing of anyone else's worlds, not even of his own. Auguste had not been to Thrymr as of yet, had not seen what was left of the world that had once been so thriving, although he knew nothing of that, either. He assumed that at some point in time, it had been a good place - or rather, he hoped, in spite of it all.
Eventually he would have to make a trip, but he was hesitant to do so, for a variety of reasons.
Auguste's brows drew together at the last text, bemusement written on his face.
Who said?
strickenized
/gazes at this naive child
