#feltmanor
I remembered something in the west hall. Not a whole thing. A corner of one. The manor was quiet. It is usually not quiet. There are clocks in the walls and footsteps above the ceiling and doors deciding things without being touched. But it was quiet then. I was carrying folded linens. I do not know why. There was lime on one of them. I looked at it for too long. Then I knew. Not everything. Enough. I was not Bucket first. I was not Felt first. I was not rust. I was not supposed to be useful. Something had lived in me before the filing. Something loud. Somet...Read more
I LIKE THE FUNNY HIGHBLOOD BUSINESSTROLL UKE. WE NEED SOME OF THOSE AT #FELTMANOR. KURLOZ IS OK. BUT WHAT IF I WANT MULTIPLE PIECES OF LIVING FURNITURE. #NSFW
Unsuspecting visitors at #feltmanor right now: https://i.makeagif.com/media/1-10-2024/ZGvaxO.gif