To Be Somebody...pt4
The hall was dark and lit by the iceflames. the moon shone through a few windows. the lunar cycle was cyrno's favorite time of the year; it made the ice shimmer, the lunar lights light up in the sky, and every crystal gave off a slight glow.
There is Always a Story to be Told
iceflame: - are you also taking the 205 bus? tubedog hesitated. he hadn't even checked which bus to take yet. he hadn't had time to think about it. tubedog: - i'm not sure. i haven't checked yet...