Feb 22, 2021
@mnstrss Sawyer to catch a singing bird
Camp was the perfect setting for playing a guitar around a fire. At least if Izzy was actually at the camp and not at her own small, personal one. The camp counselours had her in all the wrong way and that spider woman didn’t need to confiscate her stuff. She’d go ballistic if that was the case.
Up in a tree of her own, the harpy was quietly strumming away at guitar strings, enjoying the loneliness of the evening. At least, so she thought.
“Tell him to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needle work Then he'll be a true love of mine”
