07-17-2022, 12:00 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]I HOPE IT STAYS DARK FOREVER, I HOPE THE WORST ISN'T OVER — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
The swamp wasn't... the best option for him to go. His eyes darted around, spotting spirits out of the corners of his vision. With a gentle sigh, he sniffed the air. Lorelei didn't talk about this place - but wanderers, traders, did. He knew his mentor didn't get out often, sometimes too stuck in her own world to pay attention to beyond the borders. And he almost fell into that habit. For about a month.
Before the next meeting, he wanted to make an impression on some neighboring groups. First was this swampy hellhole, next was hopefully better. But the silver fox sighed and sat down, tail resting on the basket of berries and medicinal herbs that grew in the Legion's territory. He just hoped they were accepting of the gifts. [glow=#b6cdcd,1,400]text[/glow]
Before the next meeting, he wanted to make an impression on some neighboring groups. First was this swampy hellhole, next was hopefully better. But the silver fox sighed and sat down, tail resting on the basket of berries and medicinal herbs that grew in the Legion's territory. He just hoped they were accepting of the gifts. [glow=#b6cdcd,1,400]text[/glow]