“May the Tapestry of Life be woven from this moment forth.”
A mead! I need to slake my thirst!
Beat you later!
Katriyana (Kat) Pusabunthri:
Words dug holes that later became graves.
Dead witnesses don’t talk.
Do not equate being closed with having something to hide.
This is the Midnight Slicers. They believe in understating things to the point of non-existence.
A tale shared is a burden halved – Artistic Expressions’ guild tenet
Stirred memories often produce action.