The frosty mare wondered around the Edge, haunted eyes surveying the landscape. A few hours ago, her cursed brother had briefly met her to pass on information that her King was interested in her presence. At the time Seiren had laughed at d'Artagnan, playing the King's lackey suited him. And she made sure she told him just that. After he had left with a flea in his ear, Seiren had wondered along the edge of the cliffs. A place for thought. colourize-stock @ deviantart | lindalees @ deviantart
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Messenger [Mauja] - by Seiren - 06-26-2012, 04:21 PM
RE: Messenger [Mauja] - by Mauja - 06-28-2012, 02:53 PM
RE: Messenger [Mauja] - by Seiren - 07-03-2012, 09:41 AM
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