Rising Sun Valley Through shadow, to the edge of night.

◆That's perfectly fine. Gotta figure out what to do with him, anyways. Good thread.◆


The soft hearted man watched the bell speak, but he only answered in the same words as before.
He rather not show the feelings he had furled within him, fro they could twist him into an unrecognizable beast.
Sometimes silence was the best answer.

Standing, he gave a light tip of his own craninium, the thick locks of hazel and spruce mane dancing with the polite gesture.
And as the queen walked away,
he turned his gaze back to the fading sun, wondering if secrecy was a life he was entombed to,
for life.