@xknowxeverythingx​ (Helena)
What was the word they often describe this situation, leaving worries to the winds? Another glass of wine down, Stormy King watched the girl ranting, oddly patient for renown brute force of destruction.Â
Flicking tongue, another piece of Caster’s energy consumed. Should she not too indulged in own story, Helena would actually notice what Alter was doing.Â
Hey, Artoria wasn’t a gentle breeze. The Storm offered audience, with conditions.Â

















