Blacktail Deer Plateau now I know the boy gettin' restless

fade? <3

Perhaps it was not a trade learned.

Better left to those birthed with the gift of sight. Baudelaire was not such a man, but he was pleased to know one. One who now called him —

Syrax. Like no other skin he had worn before. Like no title he had ever been given or taken. Syrax was a man who had not failed a political wife and left behind a lover. Syrax was a man of Basilica for the future.

It's mine. He agreed in a near hushed, deep voice.

He had entered a knightly heir, princely and regal. He would continue his path under new ideology and identities.