Keeper of the Ice Cream Harem. Itinerant Poet, Jester, Cantabank & Gleeman. I also drink coffee ...
This is the story when I have possessed the magical tome of Suelita. I have seen one hundred moons, this is surely enough for a girl’s life, though it is said that I should live much longer. I am ill and extremely tired.
The wild ones carry my names in their speeches, and that subtle voice is summoning me. A voice much deeper will speak into my ears every night with impatience. My soul will decide its final resting place, but before that, I must tell you all I can concerning the horrors . . .
This is the story when I have possessed the magical tome of Suelita. I have seen one hundred moons, this is surely enough for a girl’s life, though it is said that I should live much longer. I am ill and extremely tired.
The wild ones carry my names in their speeches, and that subtle voice is summoning me. A voice much deeper will speak into my ears every night with impatience. My soul will decide its final resting place, but before that, I must tell you all I can concerning the horrors . . .
