illeonedipietra asked: O Lady, do bestow on me a title~
The Nameless Saint who haunts murky cathedrals in the dead of night. His land is a vast catacombs filled with will-o-wisps and books of forgotten knowledge. Takes the form of a gaunt, silent man who says nothing but assists in what way is needed. Revered by a holy sect as a guardian of their faith.
So we have an Italian exchange student at our school. And he and I were hanging out and he saw a pony, and he tried to show me but he didn’t know what it was called so he just pointed at it and said “Look, the compressed horse.”
And then he just grinned at his complete understanding of the English language.