closed for: @porcelainreef location: castle of the isle ruins
To be fair, taking a 2 mile hike in the wake of a brewing storm probably wasn’t the wisest idea he’d ever had, but... the stress within the town had been building up a bomb in his chest, and the chance to slip away with one of his own kind was too valuable to pass up. Isidore had been thrilled to see Reef, and wanted to show him the kind of human world that the dark hippocampi had discovered for himself. Maybe Port Vale would never be home to Reef, but maybe it could offer some sort of haven to him on occasion, when the war stuff blew over.
“Well, we made it,” Isidore announced as the breached the crest, arriving to the site of the ruins. While a couple of the walls still stood quite intact, most of the castle now was reduced to rumble and dust. “I bet it looked like Chillon once, back in the day,” He threw in, shooting a smile to Reef as he gestured grandly, as if showing off a prized jewel than an old, dusty historical site littered with been cans and joint tips.