kittenpunk2
Scholar
The lights in the distance dance like the reflections of the nights sky on calm waters.
The air is child and rustling leafs bring the comfort of a new night.
Song and music can be herd just far enough to offer comfort but lack clarity.
A smell of freshly baked sweets drifts round tempting the since and provoking delight.
A wispier fallows a home bound traveler in dreamy remembrance.
"Dearest Prashka-Myevka," An overly happy voice chimes, "Do visit us again soon!"
A chubby Mystic Wood Elf can be seen waving a new friend goodbye in the mist.
The air is child and rustling leafs bring the comfort of a new night.
Song and music can be herd just far enough to offer comfort but lack clarity.
A smell of freshly baked sweets drifts round tempting the since and provoking delight.
A wispier fallows a home bound traveler in dreamy remembrance.
"Dearest Prashka-Myevka," An overly happy voice chimes, "Do visit us again soon!"
A chubby Mystic Wood Elf can be seen waving a new friend goodbye in the mist.