Post by Tria on Feb 22, 2020 20:58:04 GMT -8
It would not be so odd for a small girl to come up to the gates of Isra, though it might have been a little peculiar that she was all alone. Skipping over whilst being distracted by bugs, oddly shaped clouds, and now finally, a guard clad in Isran armor and Isran colors, she beamed, and she did so wide enough that it strained her lips. The child then held up one hand as far as she could and waved- just the hand, not the arm- and began to slide off toward the gates, hoping to skip through them with little to no trouble. Even so, in this world, there was no such thing as no trouble.