WeepingWisteria

Dusk vibrated. “I got it right, so I have to go next. I spy with my little eye something orange.” Dawn hummed. “A traffic cones!” “There are no traffic cones.” ...

Dawn gasped. “Is it a building?” Dusk floated up the window. “Or maybe a car?” Dawn’s glow dimmed. “Or maybe a storm cloud.” Vendetta laughed. “Or maybe it’s that billboard ...

Vendetta laughed. “Sure!” Dawn whined. “Don’t forget us!” Dusk vibrated indignantly. “We spy too.”

Cody smiled. “No, unfortunately. Besides, it’s best to keep a low profile. No big showy form of magic.” Khalil squeezed Cody’s knee. “This may be a fun trip, but we ...

(My brain loves this information. Thank you.)

(Moon here asking the real questions. :eyes:)

That’s what I was thinking. Like this culture lives in a way to glorify the earth and in exchange, the earth allows them to see what’s to come or something.

That sounds really fun idea. Like fine, we’re going to figure this out ourselves since no one else will. As for where prophecies come from, I like the idea of ...

Oh! That’d probably be helpful, thank you. :)

Railyn would be cool! I think I’ll just create a new character. No you’re don’t.

Khalil hummed. “Let’s head to California and see if anything’s interesting in between.” Vendetta waved their hand. “Wait. Where are we? We’ve never actually gone to your house except throu

Estella Fay sighed in relief. “Thank the heavens.” She crossed herself. “I’ve never been the fighter.” Heliodor Everett shrugged. “Just because something appears frightening doesn’t mean

Maria sighs. “An ambulance isn’t going to help, she’s already too far gone, and I’ll be damned if the law finds out about this.” Onni shakes eir head. “No! You’re ...

Onni's glare evaporates as ey rush to Mia's side. "Mia!" Ey holds her head up, sobbing freely as the blood seeps through Mia's dress, staining the light blue a nauseating ...

Enzo laughs mockingly. The sound of it scrapes against the eardrums so violently it is almost beautiful in the way that tornados and blizzards are. "Never." He seethes, his hands ...