ㅤ 　when humans play god. 　— excerpts of a loremaster. ㅤ

ㅤ 　— Kika began, “your friend's broom was antsy and... it just grabbed me and fly. Thank Merlin it's not much of a handful to fly, though!” 　Matter fact it handles like a sweetheart; buttery enough for Kika to grin upon. She's now worried more about the etchings. — ㅤ

ㅤ 　air time. 　— fso. ㅤ