[ Her teeth grit in a spark, that slow, agonizing grind of deteriorating options. ]
A place in Wyver. Doesn't move, but the people there do. You hear all sorts of things there. 'Cause, you know. When the door's open, birds come and go as they please. Sing sometimes, too.
[ Though the admittance had been a hard sell, once she starts she seems to have an easier time just coming out with it. Mikazuki's brows knit, not immediately likening the description to anywhere that suited what Takasugi was looking for. ]
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A place in Wyver. Doesn't move, but the people there do. You hear all sorts of things there. 'Cause, you know. When the door's open, birds come and go as they please. Sing sometimes, too.
[ Though the admittance had been a hard sell, once she starts she seems to have an easier time just coming out with it. Mikazuki's brows knit, not immediately likening the description to anywhere that suited what Takasugi was looking for. ]
Birds?