Misc Art

Moss hadn’t even noticed his steps slowing down; he was only aware of the leaden weight in his stomach growing heavier as they approached their destination after days of travelling along the narrow, rocky roads of Roenden. But Kit turned, worried. He’d been worried about Moss’ state of mind the whole trip, Moss knew, but he had respected Moss’ quiet. »Is everything alright, sweetheart?« »Yes,« Moss lied before he thought better of it. He paused his step, and Kit came...