02-17-2019, 03:24 PM
"Salve, puer meus." Insinct truly. Old words. The faerie knew a number of languages, latin among them, though it had been some time since he had heard it spoken freely. The cost of living such a long life. Raziel flicked his ear, then smiled, just lightly.
"Yes. Well, not really I suppose. I've lost a book, is all. Le Petite Prince." More laidback than he felt. A book he felt rather attatched to, for he was fond of the story. "I'm actually looking for my daughter too, actually; she might've taken it. Have you seen Suvi?"
He really ought to keep better track of the girl's favorite places. Then again, since the eruption... He had no idea how things might have changed.
"Yes. Well, not really I suppose. I've lost a book, is all. Le Petite Prince." More laidback than he felt. A book he felt rather attatched to, for he was fond of the story. "I'm actually looking for my daughter too, actually; she might've taken it. Have you seen Suvi?"
He really ought to keep better track of the girl's favorite places. Then again, since the eruption... He had no idea how things might have changed.
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[color=#2d2766]｢ DID YOU SEE THE SPARKS FILLED WITH HOPE ｣
[color=#2d4062]you are not alone, 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares
[div style="font-size:6.9pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;letter-spacing:.1px;margin-top:-3px;margin-bottom:5px;"][color=#2e595e]RAZIEL Ó FAOLÁIN | THE TYPHOON | CREWMATE | FAERIE KING | #FAESQUAD | PENNED BY OMBRE