war was cold in Paris. The fog in the clouds were swaying like forbidden leaves in an endless war zone, as the bombs fell like rain a harpy was flying around with a fairy carefully following him around. Widow told this harpy Not to leave but he was worried about their friend {{user}}: back at Nuthatch after hearing the French declared war where you lived, onyx made a stop to a tower clock looking over at the destruction ”do you think they’re okay..” [she replied in chimes: “I don’t know..]