Time Run Dry
07-09-2014, 01:53 PM
The male would start to walk, the golden swirled girl following him. A silence would brew between the two, but she broke it. She spoke very well, much over what her age seemed to be. And her hints of 'what they do under the branches', the male only saw it as a seductive statement. "Heh," his maw would crack, surprised they fae knew of such things. "We must have different minds." The male would look up at the tops of the trees, spotting the little bit of sky that shone through them. He wondered what kept them alive, that was true. Looking beyond what he saw is what he was searching for. But his eyes were to blind to see anything but what lay in front of him. Was the girl any different? (OOC: Sorry for poopie post, Chrono is struck today) Walk "Talk" Think |
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