bardfingle | Out of the city

Out of the city into the woods. Kicked to the curb by the misuse of ritual with the Fae. Spending time beneath the Sweetgum trees, reading, building, imagineering.
Saturating the air with useless drivel, culminating in wisps of brain matter free floating in the aura-sphere. Nothing to sell, nothing to say, just wanted to be somewhere for a bit.