[ jayce didn't know exactly how much time had passed in the ravine. he had tried to keep count a few times, but it was terribly difficult to tell when the days changed when the sky was so overcast at nearly every opportunity to shine through the cracks. it was almost always dark. murky. cold. too much time had passed, that much he was certain. enough that he'd grown haggard and about ten years older than he truly was.
he keeps still for the measurements, only his ears flipping and flopping. ]
When I looked younger.
[ more presentable, really. part of him felt ill looking at who he'd become. the other part felt proud, in a sense that he's become more man than boy. more certain than fickle. another part of him was tired of caring. he didn't want to be presentable anymore. ]
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he keeps still for the measurements, only his ears flipping and flopping. ]
When I looked younger.
[ more presentable, really. part of him felt ill looking at who he'd become. the other part felt proud, in a sense that he's become more man than boy. more certain than fickle. another part of him was tired of caring. he didn't want to be presentable anymore. ]
Felt more like being a show pony.