I guess I should settle my heart on the archer, my old time sniping friend. I mean, he's a lizard man. With a feather headdress. Isn't that what I always wanted. I mean, a mage would be fun, but who's to say I'll settle on the mage with satisfaction?
Change and hope don't always equal success. I love you lizard man.
(picture of a lizard man)
I understood virtually nothing you said here but I approve of it strongly.
i had an inkling of a thought drop down through the folds of my memory that such a small thing can begin so many other things. that a droplet of ink can blossom into a bouquet of words meant for just one person to know that which was previously only written upon the heart.
but where to get such ink. from the sun itself perhaps a drop can suffice to explode in warmth and color and light.