09-08-2018, 06:33 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ —Stockholm was still terrified and he had been to shake, as he followed the others to safety. A small frown on his maw, the young child would search through his brightly-colored satchel and he pulled out a small amount of herbs from it. He pulled out some witch hazel and marigold. He would close his satchel, before carefully grabbing the leaves with his jaws and he would glance around, wondering if there was anybody that was injured from the fire.