Lingering Omens
keidred muttered, staring at the ceiling of their oak-crafted home, the rafters above seemingly like that of a church steeple. "but that's never the case for most..." he adds to that, cracking a slight smile.
keidred muttered, staring at the ceiling of their oak-crafted home, the rafters above seemingly like that of a church steeple. "but that's never the case for most..." he adds to that, cracking a slight smile.