by ~Phantasos~ » Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:40 am
Chance jumped the floor and shifted to her regular form. She walked over to Soldier quietly murmuring a language that the bracelet didn't translate for Cowen.
Soldier hung his head and stared at the floor.
Chance sat down beside him and hugged him gently.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."