Oh, darling, if I ever cross your mind
Thorn’s gaze flits to the unicorn in question, dipping his head in a bit of camaraderie to a fellow healer in their little group. Though, that’s not to say he doesn’t have other tricks up his sleeves – like air, telepathy, and illusion. Things that could very well be useful for the task of conquering the ROUs.
Turning briefly toward Damien with his usual flash of a smile, all charm and playfulness, it’s a bit softer toward an old friend. “It’s like a sixth sense.” He mutters roguishly, before he’s stepping into the space with the rest of them. Initially, there seems like there’s nothing here – but upon further inspection (and Thorn’s apt attention toward the building’s structure) he can see the holes and crumbs left behind, the brief sound of scurrying and scraping nails beneath the floor.
Theea offers to ask around and Thorn dips his head toward her as a thanks before he takes a look at the rest of the space. “I’ll go north side.” He announces, already stepping over slowly and lithely to try and ensure he isn’t too disruptive in case they are over here.
Thorn checks out the north side!
Turning briefly toward Damien with his usual flash of a smile, all charm and playfulness, it’s a bit softer toward an old friend. “It’s like a sixth sense.” He mutters roguishly, before he’s stepping into the space with the rest of them. Initially, there seems like there’s nothing here – but upon further inspection (and Thorn’s apt attention toward the building’s structure) he can see the holes and crumbs left behind, the brief sound of scurrying and scraping nails beneath the floor.
Theea offers to ask around and Thorn dips his head toward her as a thanks before he takes a look at the rest of the space. “I’ll go north side.” He announces, already stepping over slowly and lithely to try and ensure he isn’t too disruptive in case they are over here.
Thorn checks out the north side!
Hawthorn
Won't you let me know?
