Tríocha agus ceithre
[There's a deer in the park today; a white doe with green eyes. Anyone who has ever seen a certain green-eyed white wolf may find this familiar.
The deer doesn't seem too concerned with anything; she's just quietly making her way around the park while occasionally nosing at the grass, but oddly enough not actually eating any. Every so often her head will jerk upwards and her ears will prick up at a sound she may have heard.
In short, Aisling just got another regain. Approach?]
The deer doesn't seem too concerned with anything; she's just quietly making her way around the park while occasionally nosing at the grass, but oddly enough not actually eating any. Every so often her head will jerk upwards and her ears will prick up at a sound she may have heard.
In short, Aisling just got another regain. Approach?]