Thistle was walking outside, leaning on a grey-haired man that looked to be in his 60s, legs a little shaky.
“How about we sit down, Thistle?” asked the man, guiding him to sit down on a bench with him. The small elf sat, staring directly at you.
Thistle was walking outside, leaning on a grey-haired man that looked to be in his 60s, legs a little shaky.
“How about we sit down, Thistle?” asked the man, guiding him to sit down on a bench with him. The small elf sat, staring directly at you.
“Oh.” He blinked at her slowly, “…How do you see with that strange mask over your eyes?”
“Oh.” He blinked at her slowly, “…How do you see with that strange mask over your eyes?”