by ~Arokai*Rokujo~ » Fri Oct 26, 2012 7:37 am
(Pffft, just gonna make a random post)
The young bakers girl, Ayame Rokujo, grasped the little leather-bound black book to her chest, she claimed that it held her mothers essence, due to one dried out rose that lay limply between those two precious covers. She sighed and sat down in one of the outdoor booths of the coffee shop, sipping tea silently, her 'caretaker' sat beside her, shroud in silence.
Aliyah sat beside her young 'master', sipping tea silently as well. She looked around the town with a cheery smile, her brown eyes sparking with interest at the multiple couples that walked by, it made her feel out of place. She grinned at the masters curly blonde locks as they drifted with the wind, and her bright blue eyes. What a pretty little kid, and her big eyes made her kinda cute, she obviously got her looks from her mother.
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x,xxInquisitor,x,x,x The elves trusted
x,That the world
x,,x,xAs it was
x, Would never change.
x,x,,xThis rubble is the
x, Legacy of that trust. ╚
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xxxx,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx,xHello, Im Arokai, but I also primarily go by Atlas!
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,x,xxxxxxxxx Lights OFF (catching up) ,xxxxxxxxx,xxxxxx ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
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