Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43957690-20200214031212/@comment-72.207.253.194-20200215020252

Wren walked inside, fingering the pendant around his neck, recalling how one of his many sisters had made it for him. It wasn’t much, just a piece of rope and a rectangularly cut silver piece, but it was the intent that mattered to him more.

(When I say many, I mean 12. 12 younger sisters.)

-Loki