“Ugh it’s too hot!” Sabo says as he and you are walking through an islands summer festival.
You look at him in confusion. “You’re made of fire now right? How can you still get hot in the summer?”
“I can’t help it… How much longer do you want to stay here? I need to get back to my paperwork.”
“Oh, no you don’t! Dragon gave us this day off so you can go have some FUN! If you even know how to have it!”
“I KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN!”
“Oh yeah?! Prove it blondie, for the entire day you are to stay with me and have fun! If at the end of the day you still
“Mom, Dad...anyone home?”, Rory tentatively inquired, his scanning eyes peeking in through a crack in the front door. Only silence greeted him, and so he opened the door wider, stepping completely inside with Trevor clinging to his back. The house felt alien and strange to him, as if it had somehow transformed in his absence as much as he had in his short time away. Everything was disturbingly tidy and organized. Toys which were normally strewn across the ground were piled into a single neat pile in the corner. Bookshelves were dusted and wiped down, the books alphabetized and sorted by author. Even the flickering bulb in the cei
“Listen Joe, I don't think now's really the best time to drop by. I've got to sort out some things with my folks. It's a little crazy here at the moment. You know how that is.”
“Man do I. But...well, whatever I guess. So what happened to you anyway? People don't just vanish for a month and then everything's fine. Come on! Give me the scoop. Lay it on me. I want deets!
“It'll be best if I show you when you're here. I'll call you again when I know a better time for you to visit ok?”
“Show me? What the hell does that mean?!”
“Just keep this between you and me right now. I need some tim
“Outlook” by K9 Lupus
Rory shielded himself from the filtering morning light through his window with a quick shuffle of his body beneath the sheets. He muttered a quiet sound, tried to lift his head from his pillow, then promptly allowed it to fall back to rejoin the feeling of soft, feathery down beneath his cheek. Being able to lay in the stillness of his own bed was strange and alien compared to the journey he had recently undertaken up the mountainside. For the moment there were no strange beasts, no pulsating pools of water, and no Weavers speaking strangely about the connection of all things in the world.
He had sl