Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191018052028/@comment-35042251-20191125193513

Wind Weaver finally noticed her hands and quickly hid them within the folds of her tattered dress. “Sorry. Just a nervous habit.” She explained, biting her lower lip as she avoided everyone’s gazes. Why am I here, again? She silently wondered, her chipped nails digging into her skin through the thin layer of filthy white silk.