Soon the summer came after the shortened spring, letting us breath the calm air of the warm season.
One time we went to the river and bathed, letting the cold water dry by racing back to the den.
Another time we climbed one of the mountains, looking out over the lands. Far of we could see a city. The creation of humans that hold so many but always so closely. Tightly packed lives in a ticking terror. Just asking to ignite and engulf the world with flames.
Tender flower had seen me react to the city Ithink, she had looked wondering at me before looking back to the city andgrowling.
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My Sweet, Tender Flower.
FantasyA world like ours, yet wondrously different. Debating what is good and what is bad is a wonders thing. This story drags on a element I absolutely love and have themes from some of my childhood movies. Enjoy your read~ Art: NOYA https://twitter...
