Golden Sun || CLOSED
Another somewhat sleepless night passed for Godiva as the warlock found herself settled on top of the roof of an older apartment building on the riverside of Brooklyn, the new morning sun peeking just over the skyscraper horizon of the Big Apple as the warlock softly began to sing to herself. Such beautiful sun rises made her reflect on the mornings she would wake up before dawn with Waya as the two would sit and enjoy each other’s company while watching Nature unfold all of its beauty in front of them.
Godiva’s warm voice echoed softly into the empty morning air, singing sweetly to the newly rising sun as the Cherokee words lingered, her wings fully stretched and fluffed to relax from being masked by magic all day.
(( Song being sung: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_qFbNskjCI ))
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