I'm so sorry to do this but I'm gonna have to drop ;-; I have a lot of catch-up work to do in school rn and things are getting super busy with the hawk, I'm not going to have much time to keep my commitment here.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)
