@StrxssxdOut ;
river sighed heavily. “the bishops. they must want to bring you to dema.” she lowered her torch a bit and handed him a roll of yellow tape. “here— put this on. it helps you hide.”
@StrxssxdOut ;
“river finch. what are you doing here?” it was late and the moon shone over the two. in her hand was a torch, lighting the area around them.