a free bird soars, a caged bird sings
"Eh. It's the way of the seas, I guess." Her brother was a figment of her past, ever-so close but ever-so far away. Lost but never forgotten.
"Sticking your nose in places can be lucrative, though." She replied, with a chuckle. As he asked about sailing, she lowered to a crouch, nodding through the growth. "Don't mind sailing." She replied, under her breath.
The rampshire was alone, and appeared to be injured. Something had previously tried to take it down, and ha failed. "Think that's your prey." She murmured, softly. The creature was beautiful, and clearly healthy, save for the wound in its side.
"Sticking your nose in places can be lucrative, though." She replied, with a chuckle. As he asked about sailing, she lowered to a crouch, nodding through the growth. "Don't mind sailing." She replied, under her breath.
The rampshire was alone, and appeared to be injured. Something had previously tried to take it down, and ha failed. "Think that's your prey." She murmured, softly. The creature was beautiful, and clearly healthy, save for the wound in its side.
shackled birds are trapped in illusions.
LIRSI
