*Calm before the storm, honestly. Calm right before the chaos and wreckage of sad lives that strive to rebuild from absolutely.*
Perfect. I'll be makin' some firewood till then!
*Which he will. Not that the fae will appreciate it--chopping down ANY tree in their wood? The audacity of this human knows no bounds. He'll have to be dealt with. Soon.
But that's later. Now is someone honing their skills on unsuspecting dead trees. Which become logs. Which become smaller stocks of kindling.*
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Perfect. I'll be makin' some firewood till then!
*Which he will. Not that the fae will appreciate it--chopping down ANY tree in their wood? The audacity of this human knows no bounds. He'll have to be dealt with. Soon.
But that's later. Now is someone honing their skills on unsuspecting dead trees. Which become logs. Which become smaller stocks of kindling.*