Thread:GulfstreamTheGardener/@comment-44642068-20191217192934

Curled up in a large blanket, Windor walks through his domain. A cold wind blows past him and he shivers. His eyes scan the area, looking over the grey sand and large black boulders now covered in ice. Though mostly lacking in emotion, Windor's eyes show a bit of hidden sadness over his ruined domain. 