sending flowers to my wonderful best friend @braenjr ! i love you so much, magus. you fill my days with so much laughter and joy. knowing you is nothing but an absolute pleasure. thank you for being my sister.
@braenjr from @gangleadiing !!!
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sending flowers to my wonderful best friend @braenjr ! i love you so much, magus. you fill my days with so much laughter and joy. knowing you is nothing but an absolute pleasure. thank you for being my sister.
@braenjr from @gangleadiing !!!
‘ still reading the sidewalk , and it smells like morning news . ‘ // lyric one liner , @braenjr , born a begger - skid row .
@braenjr -- ;
by a clout of dark had they barely been able to forage through the tangling night that had fallen upon luca , both gemiya and yuna having fought their way through machina soldiers that seemed to be dire echoes of what had been extant eons ago . to a high rise of a building had yuna ascended , yevoner hunters hot upon the tail of both brunettes . glancing down again , yuna’s stance was desperate and coiled for action . ‘ gemiya , this way ! ‘ she cried out shrilly .
@braenjr
“Gem --- mi!!” she turns the nickname to too many syllables when she sees her, joy honestly upon fair skin. OH! IT’S BEEN A WHILE! “I missed you! How’s it been?”
♞
send ♞ for our muses to go horseback riding @fierycrown
Horseback riding was one of Elaine’s favorite activities. There was something special about mounting a horse and working together with the magnificent creature to go somewhere. She could ride sidesaddle and astride, although for this outing she would be riding sidesaddle; she and Gemity were not planning on going fast.
Today her riding gown was a dark, forest green, which she felt rather becoming in. It didn’t take long to ready and mount their horses. Elaine’s horse was a pretty dappled gray mare who had a steady and gentle nature. “Well? Where to?” she asked her friend, the reins in her hands.