Head turned at her open door,
the creaking of wood revealing
the visitor, Dusk listened to her
announcing her presence.
โ Lovely sister... Ling, you're the only
one left who still regards me so highly.
What is it, sister? Need a second
opinion on some new verses? โ
@PlainLandscape
โ dearest dusk . come , come , speak for me for a spell . fret not , i shall not take much of your time . i simply . . . miss talking to my lovely sister . โ