Thunder Dome a place like magic

Same. :)

 

The stricken, she listens on to him and in a manner, it was a relief to get some of it off his back, to speak with someone since he had lost Ovid. Aiolos stills then for a moment, ginger ears perked high to his skull. He listens and then, smiles which beams down into the direction of Andraste. For a moment he forgets himself and his still youth pulls through. He bounds forth and pauses to turn back to the silken and scarred white maiden. There is a river ahead. I can catch you something before we head back home. Home. The title slipped from his lips before he could even realize it.