@wvsteria said : our muses are heckling street jugglers / bards / tavern performers for myri/dani
"they cannot hold a tune to save their fucking lives." daniela muttered into myri's ear as they leaned back in their chair, arm draped lazily over their shoulder, fingers playing with the edge of her dress' sleeve. "i bet you, any of these drunks around could do better than they are up there."














