Moonspear All my pictures seem to fade to black and white

Alaric grinned. I have many stories hunter man. I have stories of knights and women, of princesses, of sadness and madness, and anger. I have stories of loss and love and the inbetween moments. Stories of stars and the moon. Of birds in the heavens and fish in the seas.

Alaric knew how far the fall. It was why he liked to be right there. So close to it, he could almost taste the bitter darkness that lay there if he were to leap. He too heard those whispers that you never admitted the ones in your heart of hearts that curled around you in shadows and spice, and arsenic and lace. That would never see thelight of day. Those whispers of what if you jump? What if you fly?