Mar 3, 2015
The young Frost sprite gently rides the wind down to the familiar hole where the dark Lord resides. He looks down into his residence and cups both hands around his mouth to shout, "Hello!" The echo reverberates into the depths of the unkown.
   ”нavÎąng Ň“Ď…n Ń‚Đ˝ere, Ň“roŃ•Ń‚?” His voice comes peeling out from the shadows of a tree, the owner of it following similar suit. He was going to just hide away a moment, and let the spirit think he was ignoring him, but the man had been rather bored of late, and some company would be appreciated. There’s only so much conversing you could do with a Nightmare.Â
   “wнaт вrιngѕ yoυ тo тнιѕ necĸ oғ тнe woodѕ?”
