"Well Miridia isn't here," Lyric intercept the figure. Her eyes were narrowed and a knife was in her hand as she looked him over, "she went on a walk and I you don't identify yourself I won't hesitate to skin you".
Miridia finished her tea and looked at the people in her group then up at the sky. With a shake of the head and a sigh, "we should probably get home. Lyric has made dinner by now".
Miridia finished her tea and looked at the people in her group then up at the sky. With a shake of the head and a sigh, "we should probably get home. Lyric has made dinner by now".