Boartusk Heights i’m staying low, staying low, turning pages

karpos a guardian.

she a servant.

it felt odd to speak aloud to another. so much of agrippina's life had been spent in silence that she scarcely knew how to talk and to work together any longer.

clay coated another side of fish before she went on. if i have want of anything, i will ask. thank you.

now her eyes darted to where villager's realm lifted to the middle-homes. how long have you lived here in la muerte? paws moving over her work again.