Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Gale hasn’t yet sampled everything that grows in Hyaline, but that is only because he’s not found all of the plant life. He’d spent the better part of two years exploring Islandres in a similar way, and the mention of snacks is what had lured him deeper into Taiga, so he’s familiar with stomach pangs.
But it’s not her stomach, Mazikeen says, and Gale frowns.
There are other organs, Gale knows, having Seen them. But he is not Seeing now, lest the Curse learn to See as well, and so all he can do is stare at the white curve of Mazikeen’s barrel. He reaches out slowly, then realizes that might not help her as much as it will reassure him, and stops.
Looking back at her face, he sees the concern for the shortest moment before she brushes it away. He frowns, curious why she might hide it from him, and her casual shrugging away of the issue peaks his curiosity.
“Maybe we could go to Tephra,” he says, “They have a waterfall that fixes everything, and some magicians too.” They could at least confirm that it was nothing, Gale thinks, and perhaps he might see if they can do anything about the Curse. They’ve been asked before, he knows, but time has passed.
“But hey -” he says, bumping against her shoulder playfully. “- at least we know you’re not pregnant!” She’d said winter, Gale remembers this most clearly.
@[Mazikeen]
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