#elenacarboni

After stopping to take a drink in a shallow stream, his ears pricked suddenly. There was a quiet sobbing, barely audible, off in the distance. Licking clear the last droplets of water from around his muzzle, he trotted off to investigate.

[Yasss, let’s plot something!]

Danielle looked around them. Everywhere there was chaos. A rumour had been started that troops were coming to storm the Palace and all but the soldiers were being ordered to leave. “But where shall we go?”

Well, not always, but often. It helps me get inspiration and into a certain couple (since I also have some special playlists for my otps). It is usually calm music, also a lot of instrumental one, so it doesn’t distract me from writing.

Cesare stopped in his tracks at her plea. “Why ever not?” he asked her curiously, “I go most places alone and I have not ran into any trouble yet.”