Erthe's voice carries and bounces through the moist walls of the caves. Normally Isopia would have let the girl be, but two thoughts immediately pressed inwards on ehr mind as soon as she recognized the cadence of the voice and match it to its owner. The first thought was we are now in the same herd, followed quickly be, I should be nice. This second thought was extremely uncharacteristic, but after what had happened with Alysanne and Tembovu, Isopia was making a marked effort to try and be ... well, normal. isopia in places deep with roots entwined
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[OPEN] Dead poets
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Dead poets - by Erthë - 02-07-2017, 03:46 PM
RE: Dead poets - by Isopia - 02-07-2017, 04:07 PM
RE: Dead poets - by Albrecht - 03-12-2017, 09:09 AM
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