Jade Fern Grove tronkova

"hello, m'heda," he wouldn't admit it, but talking to the children was enjoyable for hm. he didn't have to say much, and if he did, he supposed they wouldn't understand. her eyes traced his scars like a sorely made maze in a kid's magazine, it was the first time he could remember being flustered over them. silently he thought of praimfaya. how did he earn these? "i like your name. ich heisse astraeus. what are you doing?"