zephyr
This is a motley crew, if ever you saw one. You arrive with a shovel thrown over your shoulder and a half-eaten apple in your hand, which you'll have bitten down to the barest core by the time the party starts. You've got work pants and a lightweight shirt on, the better to soak up any inevitable sweat. It may be winter, but that isn't saying much in Torchline.
You know all of of 'em, through various avenues, so that's nice at least. Well, except for one, but still better than you generally do. The apple almost down to nothing (told ya), you lean against a tree and wait for direction, ready to get down to physical labor.
You know all of of 'em, through various avenues, so that's nice at least. Well, except for one, but still better than you generally do. The apple almost down to nothing (told ya), you lean against a tree and wait for direction, ready to get down to physical labor.
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
