For a moment, Godwyn stands there looked poised and badass, his beak taught, his expression stern.
He then cracks a cheery smile. "I trust you're the parents of the little hatchling I stumbled upon earlier?" he asks with jovial warmness.
For a moment, Godwyn stands there looked poised and badass, his beak taught, his expression stern.
He then cracks a cheery smile. "I trust you're the parents of the little hatchling I stumbled upon earlier?" he asks with jovial warmness.
Anemoia: Nostalgia for a time you've never known.