[ Molly lands on the balcony just after Fjord opens the doors, smiling a little easier after a whirl through the air. He sits down on the railing and just looks at the half-orc, taking in every little detail so that he can somehow burn it into his mind.
One hand reaches up to rub over the swirling water of his recent tattoo, and he smiles a little bit. That would always be there, it would always be written on his skin. How he loves his friends... but now he knows he needs another bit of ink.
Later, though. For now, he will have warm bread and a good breakfast with the love of his life. ]
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One hand reaches up to rub over the swirling water of his recent tattoo, and he smiles a little bit. That would always be there, it would always be written on his skin. How he loves his friends... but now he knows he needs another bit of ink.
Later, though. For now, he will have warm bread and a good breakfast with the love of his life. ]