Sajora, Forever of the Dawnto Eldereth

This is coming from the same person who hides in the pool of life without shame only to peek in and out of the bb hoping the coast is clear before hiding in the pool again?

I love how the go to insult anyone has is the one that can easily be most directed towards themselves.

Written by my hand on the 21st of Midsummer, in the year 1250.