Kool-Aid, Oh Yeah! | | SS Mischief Maker
Xana saw that familiar tiny girl with long, flowing jet black hair enter the park. She spoke the password and followed her into the thestral area.
"Hey." she said softly. Her eyes were bloodshot with dark circles under them, her countenance tired and stressed. "Care to share?" she gestured to the meat, hoping to feed the thestrals while they talked.
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