seen from Russia
seen from Brazil
seen from Türkiye
seen from Sweden
seen from Kyrgyzstan
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Austria
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Sweden
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
[The next time Telly sees Potion, they’ll be knitting in the living room, whispering an argument to each other. Whatever they’re knitting is clearly going to be large, as what they’ve already done seems to be twice as wide as they are. It’s made out of red and blue yarn.]
-@body-and-swap-potion
Ah, good morning you two.
*I'd question how they got the yarn considering I don't have any as of current but it's probably something that had on them.*
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*A knock on the door.*
Hello Telly.
*She was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest, shivering a bit from the snow storm that constantly is around them.*
Hello Dionisia...
*I move aside, letting her in so she doesn't freeze, although that would've been preferred.*
I assume you're not here for some chit chat are you?
dont die :( :( :(
*That is not my choice... The Gods said it is time, I am still only a mortal...*
*Thank you for staying while I was here.*
:(
I am.... Sorry I couldn't provide more interest.
*This is the end. My final chapter, my story wasn't very long was it?...*
hey
hey what
Oh... Hello.
*My voice is weak, more of a whisper than actual speech, my form becomes more fog like again, I can't stop it this time.*
*Perhaps this is my death...*
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*My body slumps face first into the snow... I can't find the strength in me to keep going... Is this how I die?*
*I'm miles away from home, from people, freezing... It's not peaceful or painless like normal..*
*When did the snow stop being pleasant?*
*Shivering. Cold. Wet. Icy.*
*I can feel it all... It's almost sickening... To be a child of snow and yet be so affected by it...*
*I'm back to walking... Gods how many days have passed? I can... Shit... I can feel the cold sinking into my skin...*
