Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Being from the Grounds, Ellyra was no stranger to the vampire gourds that bobbed and bumped around the streets. 'Twas the season, after all. She hardly even grumbled as she moved around, punting tiny gourds in her way as she collected what she wanted to read. She rounded a corner book shelf, catching sight of another woman trying to pry a book from a rather unyeilding gourd's jaws. "It's better if you kick them." She advised with a smirk, a hand coming up to rest on her hip.
Don't forget me or who you are







