#thedarkestshadow

The soft sound of hooves distracted her, and she turned to see a swish of a tail disappear into an alley. “Snowball? How’d you get so far out here?” She quickly scaled down the side of the building, her small fingers and toes catching handholds and small nooks in the wall. 

She dropped down onto the floor of the alley, only to see her night-mare wasn’t there. However, she sensed she wasn’t alone in the shadows. A subtle tap of a footstep, a light rustle of clothes, a can being knocked over. It was unnerving, to say the least, and she whirled about, trying to find the source of her unease in the night.

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She wasn’t quite sure why he had shown up in the library under what felt like a huge amount of distress. Perhaps it was because it was so easy to get lost among the shelves and pretend you could do the same to whatever was bothering you so much. Goodness knows she did it sometimes. But even she could tell, powers or no powers, that the shadowmancer was deeply troubled by something. Considering how much she could feel his mind was twisting up over it, she could guess what, or better yet who, it most likely concerned.

He had found a dark corner to sit in, stacks of books flanking him on either side as he glared at the novel in his hands. The muse quietly stepped around him, books in her arms as she reshelved things. She glanced back at him, and internally sighed. She wished she could do something… Oh, wait.

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She had heard him come up behind her, or at least had heard the usual sigh come from the library’s shadows.