#katostrophy

orion: oh yeah then what are taxes, miss adult.

    ❛   ruff !  ❜   her bark echoes out across the water,  accompanied by nothing but the swelling rays behind her ears.  a sudden sound that does not warrant anything but surprise,  and perhaps warmth.  with one twitch of her right ear sne studies the figure before her with nothing but curiosity. 

             He awakes to surroundings never before seen by emerald eyes, throwing him into a fit of PANIC. Breathing rapid, eyes wide, brows furrowed, he attempts to sit up though a sharp pain in his side screams at him to cease the effort. A calloused hand grasps at his side, corners of lips pulling downward when traces of blood seep through wrappings and stain his fingertips. He is not wearing his armor… presumably removed by whoever brought him here. His brand on the left side of his back must have been seen, his body trembling at the realization. Mind whirring, he has no clue what has happened to him or why he was in this room. Was he captured by someone ? Why ? Footsteps approaching alarm him of a presence, his free hand looking for something to use as a a weapon, but halting when he finds nothing. Deciding that the best course of action was to feign sleep, he shuts his eyelids, lying still in wait.

“  i’ve never seen a bottle like this  ” the trick of light did not wait for her. on both sides of the walls , shelves stacked up. bottles of cosmos and gems cluttered the shop as if to beckon her closer.

well you can’t blame her I’m much more handsome.

    “I fear I have gleaned little of you from Howl other than what I was able from his terrible fuss.”

    Little help was he, for to dearest Howl any and everything could be dreadful and horrid to him depending on the blow of the wind. But Nanna Amell had come to be quite proficient in the language of Howl Jenkins, and in this she knew that none of it was exchanged in malice. So it was with gentle curiosity that the mage would approach this perhaps-wizard-friend herself in hopes of conversation a touch less prone to tantrums.

    “Pray tell, ser, how might you have come to know one another?”