#para liz

Breath, remember to breath. This is what you wanted, right? To talk. So stop freaking out. Frank's footsteps came quickly as he walked the familiar route down to the lake, his feet almost moving on their own. He found himself heading towards the west side of the lake by the large, old oak tree that was still lightly lit by the setting sun. Though this conversation was one Frank had been wanting for a few days now, he wasn't sure where he was going to start or how to phrase any of it. He stopped abruptly a few meters from the Black Lake's edge and waited.

It was cold out and the sun was slowly setting quickly behind the castle. Eerie shadows were cast along the grounds and Frank kept his eyes wide, his heart racing. He was excited, extremely excited for what him and Liz were about to do. Giddy even. He had his backpack with him and a rug that he planned to lay out of the little beach he was heading for. It was quite around the path to the Owlery as Frank moved off into the direction of the Lake. He pushed through the tall grass and found himself in a small clearing with a little bit of sand to sit on.