07-18-2018, 06:23 PM
Xapul had kept a slight distance from the gathering, but not so far to where she couldn't hear the announcements. With her size, it was probably for the best as well. Much of this was foreign to her; part of that was attributed by her recent arrival, but she was sure she would grow accustomed to these meetings with time.
Ply her heart with gold and silver.
Take your sweetheart down to the river.
Dash her on the paving stones,
It may break your heart to break her bones,
But someone's got to do the culling...
Take your sweetheart down to the river.
Dash her on the paving stones,
It may break your heart to break her bones,
But someone's got to do the culling...