Jun 23, 2016
&& @justborrowedtime ;;
DARK LIPS PURSED in thought, the motion almost lost in the dim light the last rays of the sun provided upon balcony. Night always brought REFLECTION with it: memories of chess games and battles lost long ago. And Mirana remembered Alice: up to her knees and inquisitive; a little girl who had willingly played for a CROWN aeons ago. How could she remember nothing of that fateful day? “--You’ve grown, Alice.” She murmured, gaze focused on the darkening horizon. “Not to blame the Upelkuchen, of course. Do you remember?”
