#ofeire

At last I can draw a little bit~

“You have eyes of emerald & heart of earth,  you close yourself to dream on winter nights, and you cover yourself in red and flourish in summer. Your exiles speak foreign languages, they fall asleep just dreaming your heavens, they find themselves lost in countries to sing of a land of refugees and saints.”

[TEXT: 일가] Sometime this week? As soon as possible? 

Send 🎶 and I will find three songs I think fit your muse!

The Voice - Celtic Woman (a classic!)

Ireland - (written by) Garth Brooks

“My dear friend, it seems that the little monster is finally showing his teeth.” 

♞ As soon as Feliks spots the head of fluffy red curls, he sprints across the room and throws his arms around Ealga's back. Some of his drink splashes out of his glass onto his sleeve.

     “ IRELAND!”

     He spins her around and, slightly unsteady on his feet, grabs one of her hands.

     “ You look a lot less hurt than the last time I saw you! ” (Not entirely complimentary, perhaps--- good-natured and exuberant tactlessness is rarely improved by drink, but he's pretty confident his friend will understand the sentiment, and forgive him.)

       “ Can you even--- I still can't believe this is real, Ealga--- ”