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TO FAR AWAY TO HOLD ME
siltkit | 04 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally easy | attack in bold #ddadaf
Now thar they've returned to camp, Siltkit can't help but overhear the whispers of the warriors and their apprentices. The tree and everything around it has burned, talks of perhaps making it a landmark, giving it a name. She wants to be the one to name it, to have that pride - she wants to make her parents proud. She thinks long and hard on it - it's got to be a great name after all, nice and memorable. Suddenly, dull green gaze goes wide, and she turns to the nearest cat to her. "We could call it the Burnt Sycamore!"{/b]. She'd heard the patrol, everyone had - the missive sycamore tree had burnt down. What better name could there be-?
// your welcome to respond to this but I likely won't be