08-29-2021, 03:08 AM
Unearthed upon sodden soils lay a modest bungalow dug hastily by a frantic mind clutched by rain. Though it certainly was no permeant homestead, it was enough shelter for him to weasel inward and find himself with room to stretch. It smelled faintly of extruded residence, orange fringe scattered about this way and that. Flynnigan fox was he, at least for today.
At least until the showers plead guilty to their falsehoods and dried their tears upon the passing trees.
He couldn't help but wonder what his Queen must have been thinking, and it made him chuckle. Probably scolding herself softly if she was out and about looking for him. This time, she likely wouldn't have to, as it wasn't quite thundering. But with how far away from home he was at such an odd hour, who knew. Though who was to blame? They might not have been in Elkshire anymore, but she had still decided to fall in love with a scout.
At least until the showers plead guilty to their falsehoods and dried their tears upon the passing trees.
He couldn't help but wonder what his Queen must have been thinking, and it made him chuckle. Probably scolding herself softly if she was out and about looking for him. This time, she likely wouldn't have to, as it wasn't quite thundering. But with how far away from home he was at such an odd hour, who knew. Though who was to blame? They might not have been in Elkshire anymore, but she had still decided to fall in love with a scout.
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