@scarsthatshapeus for Cullen
It was dark as Talon moved silently through the Great Hall and headed down the stairs to the basements. The fires in the Hall had died down and were little more than coals, their light not reaching much further than their hearth.
He’d been waken by another nightmare, and had little desire or ability to go back to sleep. A small snack or a walk was in call for, if only to give himself something to do other than sit in his room all damn night. Or maybe a ride.
Quietly opening the door to the kitchens though, he hadn’t expected to find anyone else in there. The staff had cleaned up for the night, and it was certainly too early for any morning preparations to begin being made.
“Cullen?”








