Rest now, Rest
Age is a deceiver none the less
You will grow old
Others will remain young
But Rest is to be had
For Age is the deceiver
To what you can do
The last stroke of the poem was added as the clock turned twelve on the very early morning of November the 19th, 305 AC. Avilda looked down to it reading it over again, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Thirty years, and it was only a beginning.
Even though to some it might be older, to her it was still but the youth.
So much left to do.
For age is a deceiver.
Occ Note: Just a small story to Avilda's age up to thirty, had fun writing it
Tags: @Dekuras @WalnutNinja
