[ Gray isn't the only one out here wearing a hood.
Discord has done its number on Amos — black sclera, a discomfort that comes when he's away from Highstorm for too long, a sensitivity to sunlight. The first one is negligible; the other two make being in Springstar a problem — and yet he'd rather be in Springstar, anyway.
So here he is.
He'd actually be heading elsewhere had he not, by fortuitous chance, been following the crowds in the exact right spot, right by a small girl who seems to have shrunken into herself — and one he knows, and likes, and hasn't seen in some time now.
So he stops in front of her — maybe he can use his body to shield her, if she needs it — and places a solid, friendly hand on her shoulder, if that's needed to get her attention.
And looking down on her, voice soft and happy, everything normal about him except for his eyes, ] Gray? You alright?
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Discord has done its number on Amos — black sclera, a discomfort that comes when he's away from Highstorm for too long, a sensitivity to sunlight. The first one is negligible; the other two make being in Springstar a problem — and yet he'd rather be in Springstar, anyway.
So here he is.
He'd actually be heading elsewhere had he not, by fortuitous chance, been following the crowds in the exact right spot, right by a small girl who seems to have shrunken into herself — and one he knows, and likes, and hasn't seen in some time now.
So he stops in front of her — maybe he can use his body to shield her, if she needs it — and places a solid, friendly hand on her shoulder, if that's needed to get her attention.
And looking down on her, voice soft and happy, everything normal about him except for his eyes, ] Gray? You alright?
[ It really is good to see her. ]