[open] it's me who's been making the bed

[Viszla]

Myrna suffocate the fire  i started-------------------- right when it kindles Everclear’s answer is reassuring, and Myrna glances over at him, her eyes meeting his with no small measure of gratitude in their blue-grey depths. It is difficult to imagine herself as someone that others might look up, though she supposes as she follows his gaze out to the hills that she has at least stayed, when few others have. Perhaps that is enough. She is content to listen to Everclear’s words as she takes in the beauty of the Gates, finding that they are as just as warming as the spring sun overhead. He’d been a good king, she decides, even knowing nothing of his reign. She is as sure of it as she is that the sky overhead is clear and blue. “Thank you, Everclear.” She replies. “That means…” she trails off, uncertain how to best to capture the feeling that rises within her chest. “That means a lot.” She has stayed, if only to be sure that one pair of eyes kept watch. In time, her watch will end, but for now she is glad enough that it will be shared. Myrna watches the flight of a pair of birds from the Mother Tree, and the smile on her pale lips has finally reached her eyes. @ Everclear