LIAM
Oh, how I find every subtle thing screams your name
It reminds me of places of times we shared
It reminds me of places of times we shared
A crack filled the air, and Liam glanced down to find the box of seeds suddenly filled with fruits and vegetables, a soft bout of laughter filling the air around the soldier. He looked back up to find Frey, clad only in red lichen, regarding him and his sword with what he hoped was approval. When they spoke, Liam grinned. He rather liked the emerald, too; it had begun as a subtle nod towards the Greatwood and had grown on him the more he'd considered adding it.
"Thank you, Frey," the soldier said, moving to pick up the sword. He hefted it by the hilt, testing its weight. As Liam adjusted his intent, the sword grew heavier and then lighter in his hand. Sheathing the sword, he nodded to the deity. "I will do my best to use it well."
fin
"Thank you, Frey," the soldier said, moving to pick up the sword. He hefted it by the hilt, testing its weight. As Liam adjusted his intent, the sword grew heavier and then lighter in his hand. Sheathing the sword, he nodded to the deity. "I will do my best to use it well."
fin
Couldn't live locked in these memories
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
