#crowsandpuns

[ignismagus]

crowsandpuns

   At last! Those persistent bandits, or what was left of them, had finally left them alone. 

      Once he was done clarifying that they had truly departed, Robin brought his focus to the tome he had in hand. Tightening his grip on the spin, it shut. Gaze ascending from the cover of the book, he noticed an ally not that far from him. Something was off, though; his pure white hair was tainted with what looked like bright red blood.

    "Henry! Are you alright? Gods... Is that your blood or the enemy's?!"

[waltziing]

      "Oh..." Inigo had come across an injured hummingbird while rummaging through a shrub adorned with flowers. Gathering the poor thing into his hands as gently as possible, he prepared to leave and find a healer.

            That was until he turned around and crossed paths with his parent. Gods, he was as stealthy as any assassin. "Father? Where did you come from?! Ah, nevermind that. Look!"