*static*

I won't go into detail, but I've had a difficult time lately. Friends I've made from here keep me going. ♥

pencil sketch commission horse trio ♥

*long, toothy yawn* *pulls her shawl a little tighter around her shoulders* *she's busy sweeping up the dust her wings leave behind*

.. Ah. What has happened? *pauses to consider her many jars of tea*

Mother.. *a smirk snakes its way up her face* That does sound like mother. .. How do you feel about lemon peel?

It is.. *her brain halts* Not sweet. *the tea is poured into chipped cups and she offers one of them to Asphodel* It is hot.

*sits opposite Asphodel at the little table, her fluffy antennae leaning forward* Go on.

*her cup stops just shy of her lip* *memories are rearranging themselves again* You.. .. Oh?

It was easy to think sometimes that.. that perhaps removing myself would allow others.. space. *her dusty wings are shivering*

But I cannot hate you.

... Am I still welcome?

Yes. I understand. What did you think of the tea?

If you require lodgings, you are welcome. Most of the beds are empty.

It is very quiet. Sometimes it is as if I can hear my own mind turning to dust.

*her pupils become slits at glacial speed* When?

*her ears flatten* Indeed. Please explore. I trust you will find a suitable room.

HE'S ALSO SO NICE GOSH