Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

but literally same tho ;; <3

Her breath is at his heels and he offers a garbled yap of glee! Constricted against torn vocal chords.

Yet his joy is evident in all ways, even if his voice failed him often. So he continued their little game, allowing his lean limbs to eat up ground underneath him.

Then he spun once more!

This time to face her head on — and yet he did not consider what would happen if she still chased him. If they might collide, or if she might have the strength to stop so quickly!