Brewing

N/A · 03-25-2014, 06:50 PM

sowwy, my muse is poop /:

Few words would be spoken from Emer, and even less from Celeste. The young girl would simply look to the woman, giving a small nod of her head when she spoke of leaving the child for now. ?Yeah... thanks.? Quiet, she would look away for a brief moment before turning back and giving a dip of her head. With that Celeste was off, moving through the tall grass in the direction of Seracia. She would not return however, the aging girl would roam closer to the pack lands, not wanting to deal with any strangers even if the one she had just met was decently nice.

-exit celeste-

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