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.

Fable: Isn’t there already a rebellion?

Eilif: Please. Blaze Turq and his band of misfits pose no threat to me. If they have the girl, on the other hand, that is when they become dangerous.

Fable: Do we even know if she is really that powerful? All we have to on are rumors at this point. There is nothing to say that she will be able to defeat our armies.

Eilif: Have you not been listening? Her powers on her own mean very little. It’s what she represents. Ideas are a powerful thing. We cannot let word of her existence spread farther than it already has.