(05-21-2015, 01:10 PM)Cliodhna Eoghan Wrote:
nathan can grumble at me later. ;p
Somewhere, deep in the Twelveswood, a howl of anguish pierced the night, startling the sylphs, sending dryad branches swishing... and then silence fell once more.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."