comes a river running wild
that will create an empire for you
It isn’t long before the ember-bellied boy joins the motley crew, a face I instantly recognize from the talking tree incident. He’s my brother, apparently, and one of many (I exaggerate; but really, as I take note of the gaggle of girls he has swooning at him, I’m beginning to question how many of us are running around). Fortunately I don’t really care all that much. I’ve already looked for the face that I really want (need) to see.
He’s not here either.
Huffing to myself, I train my sour gaze towards the sea creature that everyone’s been gawking at (I mean sure, he’s pretty weird, but my curiosity has been momentarily dampened (crushed) by my disappointment). Instead I entertain myself by glowering at anyone who huddles too close to me, or pin my ears at those with the audacity to bump into me, or just generally shooting any random stranger with a bitter, moody glance. I have a feeling I’m not going to be leaving this place anytime soon, so I might as well make the best of it. Right?
notes; Omg I'm sorry for the complete crap ;-; basically she just hovers around @Volterra and gives anyone and everyone a bitter glare.
“Speech.”
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