she's leaning out on the railing, a hand extended out with a dark-colored feather in hand that she just
lets go. letting it wind drift and take it away. a certain ambystoma notices their new company and bwees over at Vax from where it rests on her shoulder, just as Meteion looks over. ]
w2, sunday.
she's leaning out on the railing, a hand extended out with a dark-colored feather in hand that she just
lets go. letting it wind drift and take it away. a certain ambystoma notices their new company and bwees over at Vax from where it rests on her shoulder, just as Meteion looks over. ]
Hi, Vax.