Kiss a lover, dance a measure
Find your name, and buried treasure
Find your name, and buried treasure
It was the furthest away from home she had ever been. The festivals of mouth breathers held very little appeal to her but since a few of her kin had decided to come, Nysa followed along. Just to be able to say she had been, you know?
Still, she wasn't exactly eager to get mixed up with anyone. Sticking close to the shore she merely watched the people stomp about on their awkward looking legs, lighting lanterns one by one and talking in soft voices. She had none to mourn, so the whole affair was a bit strange to her.
Nysadeia did not bring a lantern.
Still, she wasn't exactly eager to get mixed up with anyone. Sticking close to the shore she merely watched the people stomp about on their awkward looking legs, lighting lanterns one by one and talking in soft voices. She had none to mourn, so the whole affair was a bit strange to her.
Nysadeia did not bring a lantern.
Face your life; its pain, its pleasure
Nysadeia
