Alsa tak ni sokas mahare, darin sel de mio noha seledis ( Read more... )

[The comm drops into a patch of soil from Yorda's back pocket and lands in the small fig tree Neferti gave to the greenhouse a while back. Yorda is climbing up the branches of the apple tree with deliberate care, occasionally slipping but quick enough to catch herself when she does. When she's satisfied with where she is, she settles on the branch ( Read more... )