â» is "My muse meets yours accidentally." !
// ah sorry!! Thank you though!
» âOh? Whatâs this, whatâs this?? Dear little dolly, quiet and shrewd, why is this dolly lost here?â
Ace asked as his silver orbs watched the female carefully. The rockstar had been busy with adding more dirt over hisâŠpersonal âgardenâ.
âItâs rare to have visitors here, especially this early in the morn. Have you strayed away from your path, little dolly?â
With a small smile and a humble glaze over the working rockstar, she held her small, flaming candle under her mouth.
âSpirits, they have led me here. Thereâs a disturbance, they are in a state of unrest. My, are you the cause? Seems unlikely, but I can wonder.â
The rockstar paused, dropping the shovel that had been in his hand as he sighed. His guitar strapped over his shoulder as he walked over to slide his coat on. Silver orbs keeping their gaze on the maid.
âI havenât the knowledge of what you speak. My garden is at peace by glance, however, there have been rumors of death. The whispers of murder and bloodshed in the night. However, I am not sure where exactly these rumors came from.â
The rockstar chuckled, his smirk forming as he spoke of the rumor like some sort of joke.
âWould you like to take a short rest? I can prepare some tea, perhaps?â
Silence. She glided past him as she hold the candle close to her as she protected the flame with her body that was cold to the touch. Candle wax oozed onto her hand but she paid it no mind.Â
âItâs only a glace, yes? There may be more truth than meets the eye. But all this traveling has left me a bit weary. A cup of tea, that sounds like a splendid idea.â
Glossy, tired eyes slowly scanned the area with her mind in deep thought. Fingers picking at the hardened wax and his chuckle echoing through her ears.Â
















