*I want to run around through the grass with you, the pick the flowers the out them in a crown above your brow. The sun shines on for you because it knows you shine brighter than it ever could.*
*I want to run around through the grass with you, the pick the flowers the out them in a crown above your brow. The sun shines on for you because it knows you shine brighter than it ever could.*
*Looks like I’m back from being dead, do I want to be alive though?*
*Anybody want to rp?*
*Anyone else?*
*can i get a Sparrow and a Heriot?*
*And both you shall have. Also, do you not want Damian to die?*
Sparrow is cleaning his clothes in a river near his home. He seems to be the verge of tears as he does it, barely restraining himself from doing so. He takes each moment cleaning his duster slowly.
Heriot is sleeping in the forest. She snores heavily as her chests expands and contracts with each breath that she takes.
*No. He’s awesome. If he died I would be greatly saddened*
Eito is floating down the river solemnly, lying on his back.
Mala is slumbering not far away in a large tree.
*I mean, it’s destined to happen with how often he ‘dies’. Maybe he could be saved, idk.*
Sparrow looks at them, pulling his duster from the water and watching the float by.
She opens her eyes, sneaking over to the tree Mala is on, and begins to shake it.
*well, we’ll see ig*
“You seem to be in a state of anguish…” Their voice is soft and ethereal as they pass you by.
She squawks loudly and flops to the ground, looking very aggravated. “D-don’t do that!”
He shakes his head “Just… I just need some time, ta clear my head befer I talk with Stroth again.” He puts down the duster.
Heriot laughs and helps them back up “You never know when someone is going to attack, I learned that from my people, and now I’m teaching you.”
“What has wounded your state of being?”
She rustles a bit but nods. “Fffffine…”
“Just my wife thinking that I don’t trust her, and me doin’ everythin’ in my power to show her I do.”
She smiles at them, putting her halberd over her shoulder.
*I want to run around through the grass with you, the pick the flowers the out them in a crown above your brow. The sun shines on for you because it knows you shine brighter than it ever could.*
( :> )
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Anybody else want to roleplay? Pretty please? I would love to spend some time with all of you, enjoying your characters and such.*
Valentine (Sparrow's son) has deconstructed his factory, returning it to a village filled with people who seem to be unaware of what they were turned into less than an hour ago.
In the main body of the town at Lord's Point, he sits at the fountain, dressed in much more normal clothes. His leg bounces as he rubs his head, thinking deeply.
*Anybody else want to roleplay? Pretty please? I would love to spend some time with all of you, enjoying your characters and such.*
Valentine (Sparrow's son) has deconstructed his factory, returning it to a village filled with people who seem to be unaware of what they were turned into less than an hour ago.
In the main body of the town at Lord's Point, he sits at the fountain, dressed in much more normal clothes. His leg bounces as he rubs his head, thinking deeply.
Sparrow seems to be doing not nearly as good as he walks into town. He doesn’t have his duster, his hat, or Rosemary on him. He’s just kind of going for a walk, a lit cigarette sitting on his lips as he looks to have been crying a bit earlier, but no one can say that he was, with no witnesses.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
A mechanical bird lands next to her
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sparrow blames himself more than he should, reading the letter and keeping himself from collapsing under the emotional pressure, though only barely. He’s makes shuttering breaths with each moment, before putting the letter back down where he found it.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
A mechanical bird lands next to her
*Sable is a guy.*
He looks up, his crimson red eyes blinking slowly.
*Anybody else want to roleplay? Pretty please? I would love to spend some time with all of you, enjoying your characters and such.*
Valentine (Sparrow's son) has deconstructed his factory, returning it to a village filled with people who seem to be unaware of what they were turned into less than an hour ago.
In the main body of the town at Lord's Point, he sits at the fountain, dressed in much more normal clothes. His leg bounces as he rubs his head, thinking deeply.
Sparrow seems to be doing not nearly as good as he walks into town. He doesn’t have his duster, his hat, or Rosemary on him. He’s just kind of going for a walk, a lit cigarette sitting on his lips as he looks to have been crying a bit earlier, but no one can say that he was, with no witnesses.
The cigarette crumples up and falls to the ground before being crushed into the dirt road, leaving a circular imprint into the earth. Valentine hasn't looked up, having simply moved his fingers slightly to do all that.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sparrow blames himself more than he should, reading the letter and keeping himself from collapsing under the emotional pressure, though only barely. He’s makes shuttering breaths with each moment, before putting the letter back down where he found it.
The letter to him talks about mostly blaming herself, about her paranoia, things of the like. She apologized to him for the way she acted and that's she feels horrible for it.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
A mechanical bird lands next to her
*Sable is a guy.*
He looks up, his crimson red eyes blinking slowly.
(apologies)
It chirps at him
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
A mechanical bird lands next to her
*Sable is a guy.*
He looks up, his crimson red eyes blinking slowly.
(apologies)
It chirps at him
He smiles, bowing his head at the bird before returning to his sketch.
*Anybody else want to roleplay? Pretty please? I would love to spend some time with all of you, enjoying your characters and such.*
Valentine (Sparrow's son) has deconstructed his factory, returning it to a village filled with people who seem to be unaware of what they were turned into less than an hour ago.
In the main body of the town at Lord's Point, he sits at the fountain, dressed in much more normal clothes. His leg bounces as he rubs his head, thinking deeply.
Sparrow seems to be doing not nearly as good as he walks into town. He doesn’t have his duster, his hat, or Rosemary on him. He’s just kind of going for a walk, a lit cigarette sitting on his lips as he looks to have been crying a bit earlier, but no one can say that he was, with no witnesses.
The cigarette crumples up and falls to the ground before being crushed into the dirt road, leaving a circular imprint into the earth. Valentine hasn't looked up, having simply moved his fingers slightly to do all that.
He looks over to them, sighing as it falls to the ground. He silently sits down next to them, “Now what’d ya go an’ do that fer?” He asks, looking tired despite looking much better a mere few hours ago, his hands wrapped with bandages.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
A mechanical bird lands next to her
*Sable is a guy.*
He looks up, his crimson red eyes blinking slowly.
(apologies)
It chirps at him
He smiles, bowing his head at the bird before returning to his sketch.
It flies onto his shoulder and looks at it
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sparrow blames himself more than he should, reading the letter and keeping himself from collapsing under the emotional pressure, though only barely. He’s makes shuttering breaths with each moment, before putting the letter back down where he found it.
The letter to him talks about mostly blaming herself, about her paranoia, things of the like. She apologized to him for the way she acted and that's she feels horrible for it.
If he could apologize to her, he would, but he can’t, so all he can do is be there for her when she does some back. He swore to be by her side in sickness and in health, in richness or poverty, but he can’t be by her side at the moment, so he does everything he can to be keep himself from blaming himself, going to the Inn to drink until he forgets.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
A mechanical bird lands next to her
*Sable is a guy.*
He looks up, his crimson red eyes blinking slowly.
(apologies)
It chirps at him
He smiles, bowing his head at the bird before returning to his sketch.
It flies onto his shoulder and looks at it
It appears to be a beautiful sketch of the garden itself.
*Looks like I’m back from being dead, do I want to be alive though?*
*Anybody want to rp?*
*Anyone else?*
*can i get a Sparrow and a Heriot?*
*And both you shall have. Also, do you not want Damian to die?*
Sparrow is cleaning his clothes in a river near his home. He seems to be the verge of tears as he does it, barely restraining himself from doing so. He takes each moment cleaning his duster slowly.
Heriot is sleeping in the forest. She snores heavily as her chests expands and contracts with each breath that she takes.
*No. He’s awesome. If he died I would be greatly saddened*
Eito is floating down the river solemnly, lying on his back.
Mala is slumbering not far away in a large tree.
*I mean, it’s destined to happen with how often he ‘dies’. Maybe he could be saved, idk.*
Sparrow looks at them, pulling his duster from the water and watching the float by.
She opens her eyes, sneaking over to the tree Mala is on, and begins to shake it.
*well, we’ll see ig*
“You seem to be in a state of anguish…” Their voice is soft and ethereal as they pass you by.
She squawks loudly and flops to the ground, looking very aggravated. “D-don’t do that!”
He shakes his head “Just… I just need some time, ta clear my head befer I talk with Stroth again.” He puts down the duster.
Heriot laughs and helps them back up “You never know when someone is going to attack, I learned that from my people, and now I’m teaching you.”
“What has wounded your state of being?”
She rustles a bit but nods. “Fffffine…”
“Just my wife thinking that I don’t trust her, and me doin’ everythin’ in my power to show her I do.”
She smiles at them, putting her halberd over her shoulder.
“If you trust her, you will not need to act to show it. You must merely do as you have always done and give her however much time she needs.”
Malafasa looks up at her, sighing. “So is that all you had to say?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*I want to run around through the grass with you, the pick the flowers the out them in a crown above your brow. The sun shines on for you because it knows you shine brighter than it ever could.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Thank you, mein dyarling*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Just my wife thinking that I don’t trust her, and me doin’ everythin’ in my power to show her I do.”
She smiles at them, putting her halberd over her shoulder.
( :> )
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Anybody else want to roleplay? Pretty please? I would love to spend some time with all of you, enjoying your characters and such.*
Valentine (Sparrow's son) has deconstructed his factory, returning it to a village filled with people who seem to be unaware of what they were turned into less than an hour ago.
In the main body of the town at Lord's Point, he sits at the fountain, dressed in much more normal clothes. His leg bounces as he rubs his head, thinking deeply.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sparrow seems to be doing not nearly as good as he walks into town. He doesn’t have his duster, his hat, or Rosemary on him. He’s just kind of going for a walk, a lit cigarette sitting on his lips as he looks to have been crying a bit earlier, but no one can say that he was, with no witnesses.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A mechanical bird lands next to her
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Sparrow blames himself more than he should, reading the letter and keeping himself from collapsing under the emotional pressure, though only barely. He’s makes shuttering breaths with each moment, before putting the letter back down where he found it.
*Sable is a guy.*
He looks up, his crimson red eyes blinking slowly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The cigarette crumples up and falls to the ground before being crushed into the dirt road, leaving a circular imprint into the earth. Valentine hasn't looked up, having simply moved his fingers slightly to do all that.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The letter to him talks about mostly blaming herself, about her paranoia, things of the like. She apologized to him for the way she acted and that's she feels horrible for it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(apologies)
It chirps at him
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He smiles, bowing his head at the bird before returning to his sketch.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He looks over to them, sighing as it falls to the ground. He silently sits down next to them, “Now what’d ya go an’ do that fer?” He asks, looking tired despite looking much better a mere few hours ago, his hands wrapped with bandages.
It flies onto his shoulder and looks at it
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
If he could apologize to her, he would, but he can’t, so all he can do is be there for her when she does some back. He swore to be by her side in sickness and in health, in richness or poverty, but he can’t be by her side at the moment, so he does everything he can to be keep himself from blaming himself, going to the Inn to drink until he forgets.
It appears to be a beautiful sketch of the garden itself.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“If you trust her, you will not need to act to show it. You must merely do as you have always done and give her however much time she needs.”
Malafasa looks up at her, sighing. “So is that all you had to say?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.