Roman jumped from his perch in the tree, landing next to the group of people, gazing down at one girl (Jayden) and then looking up at the rest of them. He flashed one of his ever-charming smiles as his eyes grazed each individual thoughtfully. "Well, hello there. Bit of a fuss was there?" He asked, his british accent rolling off his tongue. He hooked his thumbs through his belt loops.
Maeve finished her meditation and rose. She walked out of the small cottage, gazing around the icey village.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4