Hurloane Week Day 7: Postcanon
A/N: I’m not even writing these in order any more no gods no masters. No summary because it’s so short already and I don’t have anything snappy to sum it up with. 1065 words. As usual, full fic under the cut!!
They still go out for drives. Maybe it’s a little silly, two dryads finding their greatest joy not in nature, in woods and streams and glades, but in the roar of a battlewagon engine. They’ve never been traditional, at any rate, so why start now?
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