07-10-2020, 04:30 PM
crochet, knitting or sewing
"As the battle came to a halt, the field was filled with blood. it was a sight that would repulse most, but the beauty I saw before me stole my attention. there was a person standing in the middle of the field, looking sorrowful, as if mourning both for allies and enemies. her crimson wings stained with blood looked like a demon's, but the grace she exalted was like an angels. and, while drawing my last breaths, heard her voice. she only spoke one word, the voice so frail and gentle, like the wind, but so powerful that even heaven and hell would bend to her will."
-"Goodbye"
-"Goodbye"