Beatrix
Beatrix huffed as she moved after him, at a brisk walk. "Who watches the watchman? Maybe the Warden." She stated, frowning as she reached for his arm, grip tight. Astra couldn't keep him off the walls and away from the stalls by herself, after all.
"I'm not sure who I'll bring to see you, but they'll be really nice, okay?" Feathers began to show in his hair and across his skin and... If he turned into a bird, she couldn't follow him. "Come on, let's get home." She pointed toward the Academy in the distance.
"That's where the fire is, Loren. Remember, fire?"
"I'm not sure who I'll bring to see you, but they'll be really nice, okay?" Feathers began to show in his hair and across his skin and... If he turned into a bird, she couldn't follow him. "Come on, let's get home." She pointed toward the Academy in the distance.
"That's where the fire is, Loren. Remember, fire?"
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
