03-09-2019, 08:42 PM
[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly
Meeting. So declared the conch. The petite Privateer bounded towards the sound, tail tip twitching behind her. She settled in with the gathering crowd, finding a place a little apart to maintain space, her ears perked attentively as she waited. Absently, she rested her tail over her paws, content to sit patiently for a moment while everyone melted in.