#flamesrising

A rare sight, he’s currently pacing in a small circle as opposed to teleporting to his desired destination, though the grace in which he moves means he makes no tracks nor sound. Still, it seems his frustrations have not gone unnoticed.

❝ I’m…impatient. The Heart grows weak without the ritual, and with the lantern struck there’s no reason to DAWDLE. ❞

The Elderbug was scarred of the ‘circus’ that had moved out of Dirtmouth, and he had warned her about them. Yet Ruby couldn’t understand where his apparent dicomfort about their presence came from. For her it was exactly the countary! The little ladybug was rather curious about them! Where do they come from? Why did they decided to stay at such an almost empty place? There was no big crowd to please, no geo to make! And the few bugs who had settled down in Dirtmouth didn’t seemed to be pleased by their appearance.

Ruby on the other hand couldn’t but approach them. It’s curiosity, and maybe naivety as well, that makes her approach the tents, and peek into the opening of the biggest one. No one was to see, but that didn’t meant that there was no one here. So the red knight entered the tent, trying to be not as silent as she usually would be down in the ruins of Hallownest, so that she won’t surprise anyone with her approaching.

When I opened tumblr earlier this was the first post on my dash. So then whenever I came back to my phone this is the photo I saw and I really started liking it.