Rojo the Maze Keeper, Size Small (Soft Firmness) Squishy Jasper but nobody knows the real

but nobody knows the real tale

Everybody has a story of how she came to be

Currently the large Arith mold has a slightly more prominent print layer line on her left horn

when the water is calm you might just hear her siren song

you flatter me so

Rojo the Maze Keeper, Size Small (Soft Firmness) Squishy Jasper but nobody knows the realRojo the Maze Keeper Her eyes dart this way and that. Every direction green, twisting limbs and thorned leaves invade her line of sight. Her breath comes in short, shallow pants. What direction had she come from? Did she last take a right or was it maybe a left? She wasnt lost, or at least she refused to admit it to herself yet that she was. The maze was so still, shielded from the midnight breeze and causing it to be stifling hot and suffocating