your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
The whole Metacarpal Island thing sounds just like something that should exist on Caido – amidst all the other shitty places. She watched for any other sign, save for the wrinkle of his nose, and shrugged her shoulders. you are from another time
As for Remi – well she hadn’t seen him in years either, save for in passing. She was half-inclined to maneuver her limbs again in that haphazard wake, but then opted to smack at a low hanging branch with her stick instead. The pollen scattered, snagged at the water, and dissipated entirely. Opting to alter some of the subject, her eyes went towards the horizon, struggling to see anything beyond the wild and incandescent plumes. “Have you been to many of the new lands?” Besides this one, of course.
Concern for Fangorn caused her brows to furrow, shifting downward, to gaze upon the gourd. He seemed all right, but if there was anything venomous within these parts, looming, he’d probably get the brunt of it. “Sure,” and she crouched to lightly lift the eerie lad, handing him over to the Flood. Presuming Fangorn could take very good care of himself if her uncle pissed him off, she kept her eyes on the companion, regardless, hoping something else wasn’t wrong.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
