Testing.. Testing.. Wom.. Womb.. WOMBAÏ!
Ah.. Night on Atys. The jungle is so dark and frightening at night. I can hardly see my hand infront of me, much less the imaginary Gingo I usualy see behind every bush. Only the knowledge that I am way over my head being this deep out in the jungle by my lonesome saves me from chargeing straight into it.
*Runs like a Yubo on fire back to Zora*
Ah well.. Mind Gingos seldom venture into the grand capital of the Zoraï, Zora. So I’ll take some time away from my adventures, and start this lil’ diary. Hopefully I will have some interesting sightings to write about, dangerous encounters with the Kitin to share and plenty of Wombaï love to spread!
There is no place like home and home is Atys.
*Runs like a Yubo on fire back to Zora*
Ah well.. Mind Gingos seldom venture into the grand capital of the Zoraï, Zora. So I’ll take some time away from my adventures, and start this lil’ diary. Hopefully I will have some interesting sightings to write about, dangerous encounters with the Kitin to share and plenty of Wombaï love to spread!There is no place like home and home is Atys.
//Lizia, Queen of the Wombaï
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