Lena
In her ever agreeable form, the Caretaker landed upon the ladder, talons clutching over the wooden railings with ease. Glancing all around, the mark on the door – ivory, elk, luxere ish, drew her closer, inspecting with her avian eyes. I wonder if it’s a mark of a group? Would smugglers designate their parties? Tell them where to go? Or where it was safe?
It still pointing in her heart towards the latter, and that more matters needed to be sorted out with the Dragoons. And how long this has been here. They’d certainly had to time to build, and especially out of mindful, watchful gazes of guards and the like. Concern began to press along the edges of her nerves; mildly, pondering over how far these estimations and presumptions might range.
It still pointing in her heart towards the latter, and that more matters needed to be sorted out with the Dragoons. And how long this has been here. They’d certainly had to time to build, and especially out of mindful, watchful gazes of guards and the like. Concern began to press along the edges of her nerves; mildly, pondering over how far these estimations and presumptions might range.
we are more weather pattern than stone monument
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
