Scar-Faced Hag
There wasn't a second of hesitation when Cora turned her gaze towards Makko as his gesture drew her slightly closer.
Something about the softness of his voice and the gentle warmth of his hand got to her.
In a flourish of skirts, she was suddenly standing in front of him. Still holding his hand, her free arm outstretched and jabbed a finger to his chest.
"You shouldn't be here!" She huffed angrily.
But Cora didn't let go of his hand. She didn't leave, either.
The sounds of night, the distant but constant chirp of cicadas, fell between them.
Makko Vyres
Something about the softness of his voice and the gentle warmth of his hand got to her.
In a flourish of skirts, she was suddenly standing in front of him. Still holding his hand, her free arm outstretched and jabbed a finger to his chest.
"You shouldn't be here!" She huffed angrily.
But Cora didn't let go of his hand. She didn't leave, either.
The sounds of night, the distant but constant chirp of cicadas, fell between them.
Makko Vyres
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