National
Seven Thousand Club
Eldens eyes shimmer as he smiles at her answer. "Pity? Of course, how could I have ever thought of anything else. Pity is the only weakness." He levitates out of the water, landing on,the shore. His tribal tattoos gleam off his back as he slips his shirt back on. He pucks up his robe, and slips it onto his back. A chilling breeze passes by both of them as he looks up into the sky. "Let's go back to the school before we get found out." @kurol