Kool-Aid, Oh Yeah! | | SS Mischief Maker
Kazimeriz sighed, leaning against the doorjam. He tilted his head and looked down at his young goddaughter. He was silent for a long time, then raised a shoulder slightly in a half-shrug. He dreaded this conversation, but wanted her to hear it from him first. "Alessia..." he paused. "The cage's wards were... insufficient." he said gently, locking eyes with her.
__________________ |