[DROP] Teine ​​is fortan

Caiside rose slowly from his bow as the strange woman began to speak, golden eyes following the flourish of her arms. He was enchanted by every part of this, the flames, her voices, the mystery behind it. She spread her flame to two others, Caiside’s eyes jealously flashing over them before returning to her. He was not the first to answer, having to think about the question, about the strangers around him. Nearly every one of these people were strangers to him. There was a rest number of things Caiside could think of about himself, but trying to decide for a group was near impossible. At last though, something came to him, words springing to his lips. ”Every one of us has the potential to grow still. And the freedom to choose how.” It seemed sensible enough to him. Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;