tell me why this hurts

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

Her head would raise slightly off the ground to focus her golden gaze on the oddly colored male she found in her presence. So much for remaining concealed. Liste looked him over quickly, taking in his form before letting her head fall back to its original position in the sand.



Melancholy tones would come forth in a simple response. Yes, and the solitude especially so. She was comfortable here, on the soft sand where few would roam. She could lay here forever, she could die here if she chose. Perhaps she would luck out with a downpour this eve, and all of her sorrows would frown along with her.

talk, think