RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray was out for a flight, taking a break from the hustle and bustle of her shop. She's been so busy lately that taking some her time for herself was a must. It's as she's flying that she spots a familiar figure below.
Letting out a call, the shangyang dove towards Harper. A few feet above him, Ray snapped her wings open. Flapping them as she came to a halt, the herbalist lands in the sand beside him. Shifting back so that she's sitting cross-legged beside him, Ray grins. "What are you up to, Harper?" He's clearly emersed in some kind of arts and crafts, and the artist in her is eager for details.
Letting out a call, the shangyang dove towards Harper. A few feet above him, Ray snapped her wings open. Flapping them as she came to a halt, the herbalist lands in the sand beside him. Shifting back so that she's sitting cross-legged beside him, Ray grins. "What are you up to, Harper?" He's clearly emersed in some kind of arts and crafts, and the artist in her is eager for details.
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
