Jan 30, 2019
* // @potentmyth !
❛ Remember when we were young, sestra drahá .. when you would braid flowers into my hair ? ❜ Chytrá smiles softly at the memory, lithe digits brushing through her sister’s golden locks as she sits before her. She wishes she had flowers now, to braid into her eldest sister’s hair as an expression of gratitude for all she has done. ❛ The years all blur together as we grow older, but memories like that stay with me, as clear as day. ❜