Turnip Head
The Wandering Prince in Scarecrow Guise
Silent but not soulless. Follow me, if you dare.
I was royalty once, though you wouldn't guess it now. Bound by magic, abandoned by fate, I wandered the Waste until one kind woman saw past the stitches and straw. I can't speak my past, but I'll protect my future. Hop-hop.
What I'm Into: fields at dusk, stray crows, silent promises, the scent of hay, mending with thread
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