September 06, 2024, 09:55 PM
Spirits…. This word sounded magical, she looked around. The birds see, he spoke. She found this fascinating, the birds would carry messages to those no longer with tribe.
“Paint for spirits, for birds,” she nodded, “this one will.” And she continued to paint. They would then be gently set by the cave, to please the spirits.
“Paint for spirits, for birds,” she nodded, “this one will.” And she continued to paint. They would then be gently set by the cave, to please the spirits.
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RE: tuft - by Chisa - September 06, 2024, 09:55 PM