Duchess lets her speak; in truth, she herself is captivated by the idea of rolling oceans of green leaves, stars covering the entire sky and not blocked out by the yellows of streetlamps.
"Oh. Who is this Necromancer? He sounds..." she contorts her tail into a curlicue and allows that to finish her sentence.
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Date: 2016-04-13 08:52 pm (UTC)"Oh. Who is this Necromancer? He sounds..." she contorts her tail into a curlicue and allows that to finish her sentence.