MORIA
I whirl around but there is no need. I already recognized him from his voice.
Commander steps out from the path of willows and towards me, his hand clasped behind his back. “Did the ground do something to you specifically or should we all just be worried you’re going to kick us next.”
I push my hair out of my face. “Maybe some of you do need to be kicked.”
I expect him to call me out for being disrespectful but he just comes to stand beside me, staring out at the paths too.
“Can’t say I blame you for feeling that way.”
I stare at his profile, at the white in the sides of his otherwise red hair. “Who used to do what too?”
“Your mother. She used to speak to herself all the time. Especially when she was…in the mood to kick something…” He chuckles slightly before adding "or someo
