Jul 4, 2017
Wearing this piece of rose quartz always relaxes me. I wonder if a rose quartz sleeping sachet would be a thing I could do...
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Wearing this piece of rose quartz always relaxes me. I wonder if a rose quartz sleeping sachet would be a thing I could do...
5-page update incoming~
(First sentence) Rinoa misses the rush of a fresh set of spells.
Trying out a new spell was like tasting the air for the first time after drowning. It tasted like freedom. Her veins would burn with new power, practically tingled with curiosity, as she savored the magic. She remembered being almost taste the power on her tongue as it spilled through her mind and erupted from her fingers.
Soon, there were no more spells left to discover and those she had grew bland on her tongue; Rinoa hoped she could find more.