May 27, 2020, 09:37 AM
A mountain full of fierce warriors was not necessarily Weejay's bag. Maybe Niamh's, or Towhee's -- or even the aspiring Bronco and Fig -- but not little flowerchild Weejay. She kept her gaze up, refusing to let any spell of solemnity break the mood. After all, it was likely this place was simply a story, and Weejay would never have to trouble herself with darkening their doorstep.
"What happened to your friend?" Weejay inquired, glancing to her father and catching the adoration in his gaze. She beamed back brightly, giving a wag of her tail while she waited for Maia's reply.
"What happened to your friend?" Weejay inquired, glancing to her father and catching the adoration in his gaze. She beamed back brightly, giving a wag of her tail while she waited for Maia's reply.
so hold nice and close the ones who get to your soul,
so that when it is cold, you wont feel so alone
so that when it is cold, you wont feel so alone
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RE: hope - by Weejay - May 27, 2020, 09:37 AM