[01]

Jan. 30th, 2010 12:09 am
notsogolden: (dark clouds coming)
Gods, my head. I feel like half of Haven ran me over-- Van? Vanyel-ashke? Where are--

...This isn't anywhere near the Palace. And it's too warm here - am I even in Haven anymore? But I don't remember going anywhere... I don't.... I don't remember what I did yesterday, either.

....

Hello there, bird. You'll have to stare at someone else if you expect handouts; I didn't get enough notice to pack a picnic lunch.

Tame, aren't you? And... that - you're no normal crow. This can't be the Pelagirs; not with the trees looking like they should....

I'm not going to try to figure out what you are right now, bird, not with my head trying to explode. Just keep following me until I -

I can't -

Gala?

Why can't I--!?

Profile

notsogolden: (Default)
Tylendel Frelennye

January 2010

S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
242526272829 30
31      

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 25th, 2017 08:29 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios