Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Feeling much better after the chat with Ronin, the milling crowd felt less like a challenge to overcome and more like the festival it was supposed to be. Finding a plate for herself, she followed the Knight's example and filled it with anything that caught her eye. Buttered bread, sharp cheeses and fruits crowded alongside meat pies, sweet pastries and cookies, and after filling a mug with frothing apple cider she looked around for someplace to sit. Getting tired of my own words
Passing by
"It's good to see you two. Are you having a good time?"
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3






