08-05-2021, 08:25 PM
Pitter patter, did the rain fall. A gentle drizzle that came to the night - the moon high in the sky with occasional dark cloud covering it, and the moonlit shinning down in front of the Queen's den. Though she was safe, the water not drenching into the sacred den, herself and the children remaining dry by the gentle rain.
A fiery gaze, looking out with a tranquility.
A fiery gaze, looking out with a tranquility.
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