your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
“Fuck if I know,” had become somewhat of a residual answer, but truthful just the same. Setting Fangorn down, he meandered around her ankles, vines poking at some plants nearby, while Sila landed and perched on her shoulders. “Could it have just arrived after the war?” And Caido splitting portions and pieces of lands? The why or how probably didn’t matter, but the Honeybee couldn’t quite help herself into those infernal notes of information, beginning to stroll forward at the insistence of adventure. you are from another time
“Sure. Might as well see what it’s got. Can’t be any worse than that weird ass bone island.” Still regretting not leaving Talyson to die there, she started on a slow pace, tracing over the foundations of vines and shrubbery, trying to instill some sort of path. “Doesn’t look like many come through.”
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
