*all hail the plots*
Tanith: Draw like the wind! ...except, not like the wind really, because my brain just imagined lots of squiggly lines rather than coherent form...air sprites! Weee!
Tanith: Draw like the wind! ...except, not like the wind really, because my brain just imagined lots of squiggly lines rather than coherent form...air sprites! Weee!
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.