In my village you would be learning to sing to the plants and weave materials from them and helping with the harvest to the Great Elder tree, and you're almost halfway to emotional maturity!
Reposted from fine i'm a horse boy
uhhhhhhhhhh. forty . . . .

. . . .

. . . . damn. eight? forty-eight, i guess.

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