Posted August 11, 2018 Boadicea, I would have you flute the winds and guide me to my little girl. By now she is wild, she paints her face blue. She hates mankind and uses a kestrel to hunt through the forests of the wet streets. How she must despise the Druid. Yet by the chaos of Apep she runs through lightening and the curtains of hanged men. Sometimes she thinks. When she gets confused and drunk she sings. She thinks. Stay wild, stay free, always beautiful. 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted August 11, 2018 I wont pretend to be totally in tune with what Vassago is saying here but DAMN he can conjure up some magical and mystical mental imagery... 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted August 13, 2018 I love Vassagos musings. ❤️ 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
