05-15-2022, 04:41 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]I HOPE IT STAYS DARK FOREVER, I HOPE THE WORST ISN'T OVER — [abbr=Silver Fox, 3 years, Spiritual Medium]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Another month, another meeting. Recovering from a mild cold, Sylvest hadn't had the time to get out and converse with his group. Guilt hung in his heart, and concern washed over him as he stared at the blue sky, eying the growing clouds on the horizon and the steady wind in the trees. Breathing in a steady breath, he stood over the rock edge. "All old enough to catch a silver minnow, gather beneath the water fall for a meeting." He called out, standing a little taller, a little straighter. He hoped that Lorelei was seeing him, from wherever she was now. [glow=#b6cdcd,1,400]text[/glow]