,,,I'm sorry, Sailis, but this dumb fae junk is ridiculous, and some of these guys will take it stupid personal if I cancel,,,plus, Zephyr's still a kid, I don't wanna just send him into the lion's den all by himself,,,
[Minera was putting Rigena down for her nap. the bronze princess of a fuchsia kingdom looked beyond exhausted. Sailis wrung his hands nervously.]
I just want to check on her...do you have any idea where she couŁd have gone?
,,,,,,,,,,you wanna go look for her by yourself,,,,?
Not reaŁŁy, but, uh, I think sitting and waiting wiŁŁ upset me more.
[Minera sighed worriedly.]
,,,Okay, uh, Zurlov can probably tell you where she is,,,he's a purpleblood, but he won't hurt you,,,you can probably ask him to go with you, if you want, if that wouldn't make it worse,,,
,,,keep me posted, okay,,,? ,,,you got that phone I gave you,,,? ,,,remember how to text,,,?
Yeah, I—I got it, I wiŁŁ. Where's ZurŁov?
[Minera pointed down the hall.]
,,,down there, last door on your left,,,be careful,,,
,,,right, sorry, used to living with dipshits,,,good luck,,,tell her I love her,,,
[Sailis thanked his friend and walked down the hall, knocking gently on the door. Might've been too gently. Maybe not? He'd wait and see.]
[It took a moment, but the door opened to reveal a runt of a purpleblood. For once, Zurlov didn’t have on his hoodie and leather jacket, just a band t-shirt for some punk-rock group that was in their prime 16 years ago, but was now just one guy making sub-par pop music and capitalizing off of nostalgia and the cultish loyalty of his fans. As usual, he wasn’t wearing his paint, so if it weren’t for the fact that Minera had told Sailis that this was a purpleblood, he’d probably come off as a cerulean at best. Zurlov raised a curious brow at the stranger standing at his bedroom door.]
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