( @drydier )
` the words are rampant in her mind, so many charged with sensation, yet none make themselves known on her tongue. she has too many to say as she gazes at them, so she says none of them, a smiling, unblinking look of fascinating filling her dark, inky eyes. ( eyes like theirs! though she has only two. ) their visage, twisted and fascinating, is one midge has never seen. and, oh, how she loves things she has never seen.
` " can I tell you something? "













