Prose: Something feels off. 

Blaze: You checked the area before we all went to bed, didn’t you?

Prose: Of course I did.

Blaze: Then there’s nothing to worry about.

Prose: Doesn’t it seem almost… too quiet?

Blaze: So you don’t hear anything. What about scents? Anything strange?

Prose: No… but…

Blaze: There’s nothing to worry about then, is there?

Just a heads up that the next few days of Flora Wren may be a little rough. I will be tagging accordingly but if it’s not your cup of tea all posts will be tagged tw: violence, tw: kidnapping accordingly.

Also… just enjoy this picture of Fable and Eilif because I spent a whole day just posing and editing photos of them for no good reason.

Eilif: I had desired for this to be done with quickly, but that fool couldn’t deal with such a simple task.

Fable: What do you propose we do?

Eilif: I think it’s time I send someone far more competent to deal with this matter. Are you up for the job, my loyal servant?

Fable: Consider it as good as done.