What have thou art clandestine of thy Parent?
This isn’t time for kindness or well-wishes,
But for tears and cries of woe.
As my words echo in the ears of ye all,
Every craving shall be soured.
Tomorrow, after the sun sets,
Ye shall bid farewell to your homes.
((OOC: AB knows, via Isaak, that Alexiel has returned the dead. So, as punishment, he’ll twist the wish system and tomorrow will start the chaotic week of relocations)).
Current Mood:
annoyed
annoyedCurrent Location: Vertere
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