what the wood whispers to itself
Your eyes widen but your pupils don't dilate as there is still nothing that you seem to be tracking in your field of vision. "Never stopped you before." You observe without judgement, fingers twisting around the paleish strands of your hair.
"I.." Normally the answer would be an immediate know, only just now your head is too full for just about everything for even your preferences to be clear. So now apparently you two are walking.
"You're limping." You ask. Not a question. "Is that because of the festival?"
"I.." Normally the answer would be an immediate know, only just now your head is too full for just about everything for even your preferences to be clear. So now apparently you two are walking.
"You're limping." You ask. Not a question. "Is that because of the festival?"
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