Thread:GalaxE/@comment-39654582-20191214052942/@comment-44642068-20191214054323

((He's not going to like this but ok))

Pulled by the feeling of needing to be somewhere, Windor alights on top of.... something? Probably an rock or something, he can't tell. The cold is making him sleepy and even with this cloak that he stole, his eyes start to close. He blinks them open, fuled by the power of stubornness the the need to discover mre about this new person. Could she be the one who cursed his home? He'll never know if he falls asleep. So he stays awake and watches from afar, wrapped tightly in the stolen cloak