Noctisardor Bypass flora’s secret

hearing the wood-elf answer his questions faithfully with that of a naif charm and trembling nerve was stimulating. he was more keen on killing snakes, he had never knew they were born like birds. funny, how they were cursed to gulp the dust of the earth for all their days while birds could forget their gravitational tether at whim.

before he could ask druidin if she thought the ophidian envied the columbidae, before she startled him with her uncut words like a child screaming 'chutiya!' when the jenga tower falls while their amma is in the living area.

"...what?" he began, his back growing hot with a nervous sweat, "yes. i mean yes, he told me so," he whispered quietly as if he were caught in a lie, swallowing as the jahilian odes laden with want and motherlessness he sung for his dam in his first year came back to him.