Thread:Rose thorn rocks/@comment-27147599-20180221035718/@comment-27824390-20180306042751

Jessie sat down at the roots of the oldest oak in the woods, and fiddled with some sticks by it, trying to make a crown of some sort, then tossed it, huffing. "there goes the present I promised her.. Honestly, how am I even supposed to make a crown out of sticks and no flowers? ..... Who am I kidding? I can't even make one..." she grunted, frowning.

"no" he laughed softly