Precocious little thing, wasn't she? But Sorryn always had a soft spot for the little ladies, especially th adventurers like this one. So small, so delicate and so damned brave. But very breakable. Pray to the goddess he wouldn't sneeze. He continued on down the deerpath, going forward instead of back, trusting his memory of the decrepit castle's grounds. He would usually divert off into the surrounding fields right... here but, instead, he turned into the overgrown topiary garden. Less need to scramble and squirm through stinging nettles but much, much less daring.
He darted past a mildewed fountain and a rusted statue of the goddess Artemis before vaulting over the remnants of the gardner's gate and scuttling back into the treeline from the castle's main drive. Back among the overgrown bushes and trees that concealed the back road to the gatehouse that he had overtaken as his home, he placed the pup back onto her four tiny little feet and nudged her to follow. Taking steps that were smaller than he'd thought possible, he started, once more, for home.
A light? Sorryn raised his furry, russet brows. He hated politics. Was this going to turn into an ideological discussion. Well, m'dear, I live in Light lands under a Light leader. I'd assume that makes me a light, as well, even if I do not always play the activist.
What a charming child. Half dead, but charming all the same.
goodnightgoodnight
six.years
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