Moonspear daughter

i dunno!

and he felt the strain of his voice. followed just as swiftly by shame. an apologetic look plastered across his face even as his brows knitted softly.

everybody...everybody be movin' on. be doin' t'ings. beyond dis place.

where he would lay for who knew how long.

he could only think of how many sunrises more he would see. how many more restless nights he would spend in here.

he suddenly grew tired in a spiritual way at the thought.