Austin Small | Ty
My face is framed and tipped in black, the rest of me is white. Underneath my wings there is a black and glittery sight. It’s been said I’m a magical creature with wisdom I can share. Look into my eyes then you’ll realize that you really should beware. They sparkle gold and look into secrets from the past. People ask me in uncertainty if their happiness will last. My answer to their query might not always be the same. It depends on if they remember that Austin is my name.
I fly around, looking over the beautiful sights
Searching for friends like you underneath the bright lights.