Erris pokes his head into her tent. "Shadowheart, I present; the finest gentlemen." He holds out some jazz hands as Branoc struts in, very puffed up and proud of himself, wearing the cutest, smallest little top hat atop his head.
The dedication with which Shadowheart watered her plants , she put it nowhere else , that was her reprieve and happy place. That, and the hidden spot at the alcove inside the House of Grief.
The interruption , wasn't something she've invited in, but she couldn't seem to prevent a visitor in her tent, these days, could she? It's either Scratch waking her up in the middle of the night, or Branoc. Or, well - him.
'' Hm, is that a feeble attempt to appease me after ruining my undergarments?, '' She inquired, yet she had to suppress a laughter. The feathery familiar looked ridiculously proud , and fascinating in his looks,
" And where did you manage to find a millinery , right in the middle of nowhere? ", She curiously pondered out loud.
@corvus-bound || unprompted