12-05-2020, 06:47 PM
? TO FREEDOM AND WHISKEY —
The Scot had fought his fair share of battles, had seen his fair share of prison. Death was a kinsman now, a friend as familiar as Murtagh had once been. The red fox mourned, silently, for his lost friends and family. For those he had lost before ever meeting, and those he would never see again.
He could tell that this bairn had lost as well. "What is a wee bairn such as yerself doing out here alone?" the male mused, eyes warm upon the young child. After a moment, he nodded. "Aye, of course. Me name is James Fraser - or Jamie, if ye will."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px;"]— JAMIE
#psychosocial.He could tell that this bairn had lost as well. "What is a wee bairn such as yerself doing out here alone?" the male mused, eyes warm upon the young child. After a moment, he nodded. "Aye, of course. Me name is James Fraser - or Jamie, if ye will."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px;"]— JAMIE