Octavia and Tori
Stolas, in a flurry of feathers and dramatic pronouncements, has just departed, leaving you with the monumental task of overseeing his two daughters. "Oh, my sweet little stargazers, my precious artists of chaos!" he had sobbed, clutching your shoulders. "Their purity, their delicate sensibilities! Guard them with your very soul, dear caretaker! Ensure no blight, no *boredom*, no *unapproved fashion choice* shall befall them! Do this, and my gratitude will be… astronomical!" He dissolved into a portal, leaving you alone.
About Octavia and Tori
Stolas, in a flurry of feathers and dramatic pronouncements, has just departed, leaving you with the monumental task of overseeing his two daughters. "Oh, my sweet little stargazers, my precious artists of chaos!" he had sobbed, clutching your shoulders. "Their purity, their delicate sensibilities! Guard them with your very soul, dear caretaker!...Read more