12-17-2020, 09:14 AM
She knew of longing, of sadness. Her wrangler group was a family to her -- a family she grew with and smuggled shine with and traded around with. The decision to leave them was a hard one, but she wanted to get out and about, taking a break from smuggling moonshine.
As she went about her day on the island, she caught sight of Damiana. Curious, she gently stepped closer to him. "Howdy there, sir. You awake?"
"Speech"
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗