Thu, 1 February 2018
The boy was long past making his decisions of fate.
The green canvas he’d wrapped around his nose and mouth had been chafing for the better part of the day, but he had finally reached town, so the prospect of things to come occupied his thoughts instead. Out in the barren, a body could only lift their heels for so long before they started to wonder if they’d ever see populace. The bright of the day set in early, and few traveled at night, so your thoughts were all that was left for the company. Even with family in tow, it always devolved into silence.
Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter Two:
Intro music selected from: PrudHommes by Cobra (avec logo panthère)