Arrow Lake we're all going on a boat trip

sobs sorry for the wait ;a;

“Plictisit, nu-i așa? Sau ar trebui să spun, noi?” Her tone was wry consideration, and the silver peered down as such unto her little girl — a little girl whose eyes were already level to her feathery bust. As with Drago, she was sure it wouldn’t be long before both of her babes overwhelmed her entirely; a few moons, even, at best.

Her stores didn’t need much restocking, she thinks, but the Pionier supposes it won’t be so terrible to check the herbararies nearby once more. “Vrei să fii cu mine până când se va face furtună?” Aure inquired, a trilling tease in her voice; already she was moving from the lair and into the iron-suffusing air. Darkness from above blotted the remnants of the day’s light, but the herbalist easily made the descent from their cave.