May 21, 2015
bravione see’s the Princess.
“Who--How did you get in here?”
Deep within’ Gil’s mind sat Nevy; she sat upon a stump just in the middle of a beautiful oasis, with an endless sky and strange coral looking plants that rose out from beneath the water, creating an almost fantasy lagoon aesthetic.
Upon closer inspect, she saw this young woman had the mark of another on her.. much as Gil held her own. This mark of sorts was heat and lava... Wrathia?
