Thanks for All the Fish
so long~ and...
Typhoon stayed a while in her room, waiting. She wanted to see how Zora and Arylett were doing, but still... there was something in her making her stay inside the wooden bed with feeble typhoons carved into the bedframe, made by a young, bored Typhoon. This feeling was not of disgust, and not fear. But if she went back...that would comfirm it.
This was real. Her brother and a good, solid friend have turned paths.
This was real. And it was war.
This was real. Her brother and a good, solid friend have turned paths.
This was real. And it was war.