[ the heat and humidity of wyvern remind poe of home in a way he hasn't been reminded of it in a while, feelings and sensation more than thought and memory. it isn't bad, not in itself, but it serves as a visceral reminder of everything they've all lost. it's still staggering, and poe can't say he's processed it yet. mostly, he's been keeping busy, trying to be helpful.
he's found a place to stay for the night, a small, abandoned hut overlooking a section of jungle and wyvern. it's a little off the beaten track, which could be dangerous, but for tonight, poe figures he can handle it. him and kate, who he's offered a place to crash for the night.
he's got a bottle of something strong and alcoholic, he has some meat in his stomach, and there's a fire going. if not for everything else that's been going on, it would be perfect. poe leans back, tipping his head up to the stars, though he's looking at kate from the corner of his eyes. ]
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he's found a place to stay for the night, a small, abandoned hut overlooking a section of jungle and wyvern. it's a little off the beaten track, which could be dangerous, but for tonight, poe figures he can handle it. him and kate, who he's offered a place to crash for the night.
he's got a bottle of something strong and alcoholic, he has some meat in his stomach, and there's a fire going. if not for everything else that's been going on, it would be perfect. poe leans back, tipping his head up to the stars, though he's looking at kate from the corner of his eyes. ]
It reminds me of home.
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