reynoldscynthia:    Worry etched on her face for a moment before she realized what had happened. It only managed once or twice before, but she was never really able to control it. In truth, the invisiblity thing became easier for her, but the other illusion casting, the projecting her thoughts, that came harder than itContinue reading

reynoldscynthia: { open to anyone }     A cough echoed out of the woman to clear her throat, a hand bringing itself to her massive dark mane to fluff out the ends. It’s a tick, something of a notion to will herself to be seen–because that’s the most difficult part of life right now, to actuallyContinue reading

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