Sweet Indigo, what fare you these hot summer days, victory or endless defeat, A friend I've lost touch with drew me this back in the days of Crash Hyral, my folven warrior, a very hands on sorta charecter, just like me ^_^ course the markings and colors never were consistant, they change like my eyes, seasonally I sopose. Enjoy this old reminent of my past and it's honor and care still charished.