LABYRINTHS | keona

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]SALEM | Steady, the tread of vine-wrapped paws.  Thought heavy as they followed the tavern stairs.  A more familiar path now, from the crossing of recent days.  The memory, already fond, relaxes tense muscles.  Still, quietly, Salem lingers at the door.  An uneasy swirl of thoughts hold him in place.

Ever quietly, he releases a breath.  Raising a single dark paw, the small feline taps on the door.  "Hey... Keona? Do you have a moment?"

[ [member=265]Keona.[/member] ]
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