[Kova's head darts, from glass to ball, tempted to be a little shit to Taako about it, but he was smart enough to intuit that Taako was not having a good time right now and play to distract was the objective. He mrows, shifting his batting attention toward that ball. Gonna pounce. Gonna pounce that ball, can't stop him.
And Honerva... watches them, falling into silence but allowing them to be the moment, even as it stirs... something in her, a vague ghost of a memory that she can't fully place.]
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And Honerva... watches them, falling into silence but allowing them to be the moment, even as it stirs... something in her, a vague ghost of a memory that she can't fully place.]