zephyr
"Ain't bad," you clarify quickly at her concern regarding your wound, far more interested in the mermaid - now that she has been revealed as one - than your own minor injury. Rising up onto your knees, you wipe the sand from your rear. "Coulda been a lot worse if you hadn't come around. I think I owe ya my family jewels." You wince at the idea, watching as another cloud wyrm joins the first in tussling over the prize.
Why you would want seaweed for your injury is, uh, mysterious. "Y'all grow medicinal seaweed down there?" you wonder curiously, beginning to gather up your things and put them in your bag.
Why you would want seaweed for your injury is, uh, mysterious. "Y'all grow medicinal seaweed down there?" you wonder curiously, beginning to gather up your things and put them in your bag.
give your heart to a wanderer
who found your soul and called it home
who found your soul and called it home
