March 26, 2025, 03:23 PM
The song of the season drew Dionysus off of his intended path. His companions, left somewhere far behind, could wait. Casco Bay could wait. All of it would still be there when he returned, and this — he needed to do this.
He called out a low, crooning note to the faceless woman as he pursued the source of the scent. If his company was undesired, now was her chance to flee; otherwise, Dionysus would seek her out.,
He called out a low, crooning note to the faceless woman as he pursued the source of the scent. If his company was undesired, now was her chance to flee; otherwise, Dionysus would seek her out.,
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Bones of my bones and flesh of my flesh, - by Waawaashkeshi - March 25, 2025, 10:26 PM
RE: Bones of my bones and flesh of my flesh, - by Dionysus - March 26, 2025, 03:23 PM
RE: Bones of my bones and flesh of my flesh, - by Waawaashkeshi - March 26, 2025, 07:09 PM