Rautu does not care about your pie.
Semblance The Den Asaan was enjoying his peaceful morning by the fires of the commons' hearth. The Frewyn spring had come: the birds were regaling the glory of the day with chirping song, the warmth of the sun's rays ebbed between the cracks of the commons' windows invading the main room with a quiet temperateness, and yet the giant was unappeased. It was colder than he should have liked for a supposed spring morning. It had been a great...
Published on April 15, 2011 20:49