Cast the stones ;; joiner

[Cobra]

THE FLAMES LICK AT MY FEET

it was late at night and the winds were like ice on her skin. her fur was fluffed up against the winds as she trudged along the edge of the frostguards boarder. moving with a purpose and soon hopping up a ledge and into a small cavern. the icy winds blocked by the walls of her outskirts home. she would shake herself and shiver slightly.

turning to her cauldron and blinking. did she have time for any potions today? she could always make another sleeping potion or a poison concoction to tote about. she never got to use the many she made. though, she did sell them from time to time. deciding against it, she would go to add a few sticks to a small flame near the entrance. hopefully she could keep it going until she could find herself some more matches.

time would tell.

"speech"

teef