"Do tell Legolas…he’ll get into trouble for swatting the bee and then getting stung and not telling us," she chuckled and shook her head. "Bless him. It’s nice to know he does get something form me,"
"Why would he be in trouble for swatting the bee? He wasn’t going to hurt it."
"Remember the fishing worms?"
"Remember when I fell I the pig pin?"
End? No, the journey doesn’t end here.
Death is just another path, one that we all must take.
I want to feel the rain on my skin and the wind in my hair
Muse A has spent their entire life locked away in the attic of an old Victorian home-in the part commonly referred to as a ‘tower’. Muse B is looking for somewhere to hide. Collision course anybody?
End 1: Muse B rescues Muse A
End 2: Muse A rescues themselves
Can we do this? Please? Aaahhhh my heart.
"You can see your hair either,"
"After you get cleaned up,"
She chuckled and shook her head. “Then I won’t say a word,”
"He always over reacts. And you know he will find out,"