[ On the contrary, they're probably the best roommates she's ever had, or at least the best she's had in a long damn time. The last she knew of the Nightwings were a close second, fondly remembered, but it was only one of them she dealt with in any sort of intimacy akin to this. ]
Of a sort
A blackwagon actually
Of course faces and names do tend to change a handful of times over the course of 800 years of travel but there was very nearly always a wagon
Always cramped full of incompetent misfits scraping out existences on the perpetual border of misery but I always had my place
[ A brief pause, in the sudden spam of wistful text. Is it wistful? Certainly not. Her place was a safe constant, upon the cluttered table nestled between Books and lute, but it was also her place to be a means to an end. ]
I would hazard to say that I have a bit more of a comfortable one here
no subject
Of a sort
A blackwagon actually
Of course faces and names do tend to change a handful of times over the course of 800 years of travel but there was very nearly always a wagon
Always cramped full of incompetent misfits scraping out existences on the perpetual border of misery but I always had my place
[ A brief pause, in the sudden spam of wistful text. Is it wistful? Certainly not. Her place was a safe constant, upon the cluttered table nestled between Books and lute, but it was also her place to be a means to an end. ]
I would hazard to say that I have a bit more of a comfortable one here