Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
"Sure"
Galax is dressed in all black
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box... Like one you would put a ring in...
Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
"Sure"
Galax is dressed in all black
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box... Like one you would put a ring in...
Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
"Sure"
Galax is dressed in all black
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box... Like one you would put a ring in...
Galax is stunned for a moment
"What's that for?"
Adder shifts a bit, rubbing the back of his neck "its for...... Azazel'
Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
"Sure"
Galax is dressed in all black
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box... Like one you would put a ring in...
Galax is stunned for a moment
"What's that for?"
Adder shifts a bit, rubbing the back of his neck "its for...... Azazel'
"Ahhhh, well my advice is go for it, if your feeling are true, it is more than likely that his are as well"
Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
"Sure"
Galax is dressed in all black
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box... Like one you would put a ring in...
Galax is stunned for a moment
"What's that for?"
Adder shifts a bit, rubbing the back of his neck "its for...... Azazel'
"Ahhhh, well my advice is go for it, if your feeling are true, it is more than likely that his are as well"
"I don't know" he said and leaned a bit against the wall "how am I supposed to provide for him? Do I have to get an actual job"
Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
"Sure"
Galax is dressed in all black
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box... Like one you would put a ring in...
Galax is stunned for a moment
"What's that for?"
Adder shifts a bit, rubbing the back of his neck "its for...... Azazel'
"Ahhhh, well my advice is go for it, if your feeling are true, it is more than likely that his are as well"
"I don't know" he said and leaned a bit against the wall "how am I supposed to provide for him? Do I have to get an actual job"
"For starters, you can accept the job I offered you, or I can help you find other jobs. As for providing for him, you are doing that just fine" he says gesturing to the food "but never refuse someones offer to help you"
Xan was upstairs, curled up in his bed. The curtains were closed leaving the room in darkness except for the small sliver of sunlight peeking though. He pulled the thick blanket up and over his head to avoid the sunlight that poked itself in. He sat up and ran a hand trough his wheat-blonde hair, slicking it back before it retaliated and flopped back over his left eye. He laid back down and rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, he was so tired. He rolled over and pulled the blanket back over his head.
Cold was inside. He was sitting by the fireplace on the sofa. For the first time, he wasn’t in tactical gear. He wore a navy blue, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and white socks. His snow-white hair was slicked back and trimmed neatly. His curved ram-like horns were sharpened to a point and polished. He was quietly flipping through a book of maps while his silver eyes quietly scanned over it.
Adder was inside. He was in the kitchen making breakfast for him and for one more person. He was currently hovering over a wood-burning stove while bread inside baked. He was sitting by the fire quietly whittling a stick of wood while humming a tune. Two plates sat beside him with Bacon, eggs, sausage, and roasted tomatoes with greens. Two mugs of tea sat next to the plates.
Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
"Sure"
Galax is dressed in all black
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box... Like one you would put a ring in...
Galax is stunned for a moment
"What's that for?"
Adder shifts a bit, rubbing the back of his neck "its for...... Azazel'
"Ahhhh, well my advice is go for it, if your feeling are true, it is more than likely that his are as well"
"I don't know" he said and leaned a bit against the wall "how am I supposed to provide for him? Do I have to get an actual job"
"For starters, you can accept the job I offered you, or I can help you find other jobs. As for providing for him, you are doing that just fine" he says gesturing to the food "but never refuse someones offer to help you"
"no" he says bluntly "I will find a good job that pays a ton not one that will give me special treatment"
Koszmar is drawing a picture of Yuri from a safe distance.
The Baron is in his tower, looking down at the forest.
The Black Door is open.
Yuri is speaking to a rabbit while petting it.
Koszmar is writing down everything she does in excruciating detail.
She snaps her head to the side, meeting Koszmars face. She disappears in a burst of soft leaves after being seen.
He panics, de-summoning his book and looking around so as not to be snuck up upon.
She is behind him. She smiles "Hello!"
He jumps. "H-hello. You're a druid, right?"
"Yes and no"
"I'm, uh, researching supernatural creatures and abilities. Could I interview you? This is mostly for academic purposes, so I won't ask anything too personal if I can help it."
Koszmar is drawing a picture of Yuri from a safe distance.
The Baron is in his tower, looking down at the forest.
The Black Door is open.
Yuri is speaking to a rabbit while petting it.
Koszmar is writing down everything she does in excruciating detail.
She snaps her head to the side, meeting Koszmars face. She disappears in a burst of soft leaves after being seen.
He panics, de-summoning his book and looking around so as not to be snuck up upon.
She is behind him. She smiles "Hello!"
He jumps. "H-hello. You're a druid, right?"
"Yes and no"
"I'm, uh, researching supernatural creatures and abilities. Could I interview you? This is mostly for academic purposes, so I won't ask anything too personal if I can help it."
"No" she said and disappeared again "Last time i let someone interview me, i got mad and i don't wish to become that again" she said "Besides, I am to be dead soon. Very dead, i have dishonored her majesty"
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Galax is making benigets (pronounced Ben yays)
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
He looks over at Galax and let's out a hefty sigh "Can I ask your opinion on something?'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Sure"
Galax is dressed in all black
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box... Like one you would put a ring in...
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Galax is stunned for a moment
"What's that for?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Adder shifts a bit, rubbing the back of his neck "its for...... Azazel'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Ahhhh, well my advice is go for it, if your feeling are true, it is more than likely that his are as well"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I don't know" he said and leaned a bit against the wall "how am I supposed to provide for him? Do I have to get an actual job"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"For starters, you can accept the job I offered you, or I can help you find other jobs. As for providing for him, you are doing that just fine" he says gesturing to the food "but never refuse someones offer to help you"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"no" he says bluntly "I will find a good job that pays a ton not one that will give me special treatment"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Koszmar is drawing a picture of Yuri from a safe distance.
The Baron is in his tower, looking down at the forest.
The Black Door is open.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yuri is speaking to a rabbit while petting it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Koszmar is writing down everything she does in excruciating detail.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She snaps her head to the side, meeting Koszmars face. She disappears in a burst of soft leaves after being seen.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He panics, de-summoning his book and looking around so as not to be snuck up upon.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She is behind him. She smiles "Hello!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He jumps. "H-hello. You're a druid, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yes and no"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I'm, uh, researching supernatural creatures and abilities. Could I interview you? This is mostly for academic purposes, so I won't ask anything too personal if I can help it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No" she said and disappeared again "Last time i let someone interview me, i got mad and i don't wish to become that again" she said "Besides, I am to be dead soon. Very dead, i have dishonored her majesty"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘