* 𝓒𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑬
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there's a small shiver that rakes down their spine, deep—rooted ﹠ almost resonance. it was easy to loose track of what mattered, amidst hunters, false gods, warmongers﹔ peace between two worlds. ⤹ cont.⠀

gesturing to her ﹠ the eagerly awaiting dragons. 〝 well hey, don't let me stop ya from sharin' some folktales, mom told ya a few﹖ 〞 digging in the basket for a small portion of fish, ignoring the chirrups ⤹ cont.⠀




a sheepish laugh to company hers, "with your legs ─┄┄ mind your fingers, there we go," now with the weight aided, the basket is readily set to the side. dusting hands, before resting them atop hips. ⤹ cont.⠀










