Tae followed, not because she gave a damn about Kisamoa or the things he had in store for the Helovians, but because she was still on the hunt for the theif who had taken her cloak. As more and more time passed the mandible-marked mare became convinced that she hadn't lost the magical item. If she had, it would have turned up by now. Everyone in the Dragon's Throat knew that it was hers, and surely if someone had just found it, she would have heard tales of their extraordinary luck. That no such reports had been made solidified her earlier assumptions. And if it killed her, she would see her cloak returned. tae
We're speeding through red lights into paradise
'Cause we've no time for getting old Mortal bodies, timeless souls Cross your fingers, here we go |
SWP :: And so it begins
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