Jade Fern Grove cause i'm selfish, i'm obscene

HEY BABY

If there was one thing Sriracha loved, it was a fixer-upper. And boy, did Xan need a lot of work. Vaguely, Sriracha was aware of some trauma, in the same way one recognizes the footsteps of a familiar entity. He had seen war, and thus he had seen trauma, and though he was not yet willing to broach that subject with the yearling.

No, he merely smiled, wide and comforting and trusting. Thanks so much for doing this, Xan, he said. I won't hold you here, if you want to go prepare to leave or something.