An ominous thunk preceded his entry, and he found Moiris looking rather suspicious with a carving knife standing between two wobbling apple halves. “What—”
“I didn’t do it.”
Baer glanced at the apple, then at his youngest brother. “What?”
“Oh, never mind. You just looked like you wanted to blame me for something.”
I’m trying out Baer for the first time and Moiris is his usual perfect self
Hello yes it is late and my right eye has been bothering me for three days and I still have 2306 words left to write
I’m going to spend the evening writing whatever I can. Mwyr? Cabal fanfest? Any sort of prompts you give me?
I’m all over it