"I'm trying!" Fox complains through a laugh, clinging on to Kiada as best he can without dragging her down in the mud with him. The entire endeavour is made worse by a sudden fit of the giggles, and it's a long, slow and muddle waddle back up towards the cottage. On the plus side, their makeshift channel is working nicely all the while, and a miniature river of rainfall is already flowing down the stone towards the bottom of the hill.
"I feel like we've done our part to clear up after Longnight," Fox says, a hint of hopefulness in his tone as his muddy boots finally reach the solid stone of the pathway. "Unless you're very keen to stay out here in the rain, of course." She's the only reason he'll be staying outside, put it that way.
"I feel like we've done our part to clear up after Longnight," Fox says, a hint of hopefulness in his tone as his muddy boots finally reach the solid stone of the pathway. "Unless you're very keen to stay out here in the rain, of course." She's the only reason he'll be staying outside, put it that way.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
