08-27-2018, 09:34 AM
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Something within her had spoken of skipping the meeting, giving herself a chance to relax for things had grown hectic, too much happening all at once she needed some time to process, but to do so felt wrong. And so it was heavy steps which drew the serval towards the green house, a faint sorrow in maroon eyes as she looked upon it, remembering the first. It had been pleasant, a quiet little thing in light of good news, and yet now things felt heavy, casting stone about her shoulders she struggled to bare.
“Hello Monroe,” speaking softly Ishayu offered him a gentle smile as she stepped inside the glass lined structure, taking a seat close by. They had spoken at length before about a few things for the festival and so she wouldn't bring them up once more, yet she hesitated to offer to lead a lesson, unsure on what topic she would even tackle. Her knowledge of herbs and healing were minimal at best, meant only to keep her going, and this was more to teach her more rather than the other way around.
Something within her had spoken of skipping the meeting, giving herself a chance to relax for things had grown hectic, too much happening all at once she needed some time to process, but to do so felt wrong. And so it was heavy steps which drew the serval towards the green house, a faint sorrow in maroon eyes as she looked upon it, remembering the first. It had been pleasant, a quiet little thing in light of good news, and yet now things felt heavy, casting stone about her shoulders she struggled to bare.
“Hello Monroe,” speaking softly Ishayu offered him a gentle smile as she stepped inside the glass lined structure, taking a seat close by. They had spoken at length before about a few things for the festival and so she wouldn't bring them up once more, yet she hesitated to offer to lead a lesson, unsure on what topic she would even tackle. Her knowledge of herbs and healing were minimal at best, meant only to keep her going, and this was more to teach her more rather than the other way around.
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike