Wessex
Nothing could stop the kitsune’s grin from spreading as wide as physically possible, all pearly whites bared in reflected enthusiasm. She whines thoughtfully, flopping in a circle to look at the surrounding area. Hmmmm.. Oh, what about the Mistbanks? The question prompts a flip back to Hotaru. No one would find us in there. But we could find each other. Between the two of them? Two headstrong forces? They’d find a way if they wanted to.
Because Ru’s answer wasn’t very convincing. All nine of her tail tips flick about for a moment, doubt in all her extremities. But does she comment on it? No, Wessex lets that one pass, changing the topic with what she like to think is a very smooth non-sequitur. I kinda like you bigger than me. It’s different.
Because Ru’s answer wasn’t very convincing. All nine of her tail tips flick about for a moment, doubt in all her extremities. But does she comment on it? No, Wessex lets that one pass, changing the topic with what she like to think is a very smooth non-sequitur. I kinda like you bigger than me. It’s different.
What is life? A madness
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
