Katsuya
Magical artist
After a long and quiet moment, Lydia would hear Renee move around, her clothes rustled as her footsteps went closer to the tiny witch until a pair of purple bird scaley hands gently held her own soft pale peach ones. If she looked, she would see a pained but understanding expression on Renee's face, paired up with a small and hesitant grin. Her wings were down and limp.
"Wanna see my soul room, Lydia?" Was her mumble of a request to the tiny but mighty witch. In her sunset colored eyes is a tiny plea to let her explain in there where only she can hear.
Roleplay Skittle
"Wanna see my soul room, Lydia?" Was her mumble of a request to the tiny but mighty witch. In her sunset colored eyes is a tiny plea to let her explain in there where only she can hear.
Roleplay Skittle
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