*Theres a swirling of magic nearby. And through the portal steps Blackthorne himself.*
Green. I... I need to speak to you if possible.
*He seems nervous for some reason.*
Future @the-gardener-patron-of-fate
*Green stands in the orchard, this piece is Emotions. He works on cutting back bad branches. He turns, setting down the loppers.*
Blackthorne? Is someone hurt?
*He's worried now, you never seem nervous. Ever. So what is happening?*
Are you hurt? Did the fates change their minds and decide to be pissbabies and punish you now?
















