Dec 19, 2019
@wheatwinds o1 s.c.
{ 👑 } A DESERT DWELLING EX-MONARCH HE IS, and thus, the chill of December be a heavy blight upon his caped shoulders. Scowl curving upon thin lips, a grimace, as he bounces upon the balls of feet to try to glance over the CROWD. Gathering around a great big pot of soup, and as he is ill equipped for the weather, he laments being so far back. ❝Come on! How hard can it be to get soup?❞