cross-tale-sans  asked:

"*Hmmm... Seems familiar... I am in... The Ruins? Why?" Cross materialized next to the tree. "*I wonder if they made it here yet." He starts looking around, when he notices the goat-person.

The big fem goat was sitting among a bunch of flowers gently watering them, her long hair covered her eyes just a bit.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream ~ VoyageVisuelle ✿⊱╮| “I know a ‘face’ where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” ~ William Shakespeare. (photo by Marion Heurteboust)