11-10-2016, 08:32 PM
*Izazel senses the shift in Dwiin's energy and sits quietly, a sympathetic downturn in the corner of her lips. When he returns to his writing she reaches into her bag and pulls out an apple offering it to him*
"I didn't make this... but my mother did! I know it's not the same..."
"I didn't make this... but my mother did! I know it's not the same..."

