oh no oh no oh no oh no
oh no!!! If he comes here he'll set the pretty gardens on fire and people will get HURT!
Good thing it's Tuesday. Legs are GOOD things.
*leaves a note on Este's pillow, packs a knapsack full of cookies, and flees to Alqualonde to stow away aboard the first ship out*
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I scent you, little one. I taste your purity, your brilliance, even here in the Undying Lands. Be mine...for you cannot escape me.
I am your Maker, and one true Master.
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Tilion...? Can you hear me? You're the weregod, I'm a werethingie, you gotta help me...
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*blinkstares*
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