Ack, those pants don't fit me all too often and always leave me with something akin to your migraine :/ *rubs her shoulders*<br/><br/>*hums quietly to himself*<br/><em>Some stories are magical, meant to be sung<br/>Song from the mouth of the river<br/>When the world was young<br/>And all of these spirit voices rule the night</em><br/><br/>Hnn, song is stuck in my head, now.