Emberwood the charm and naivety of the early to mid fifties

nothing.

of one their members disappearance, he does not know. frustration was not his to impart, seeing as he fulfilled the role of absentee well enough.

the difference was she was an adult, and there was a touch and go nature to people of this place that he was accustomed to wasn't exactly alien to the concept either, so he inferred just as much.

@Reverie moved their camp to this place, he remembers.

Chicken!

Reverie was bolting after a frightened white bird (decidedly not a chicken) at top speed. She only stopped when she nearly collided with Klaus —

Wait! Klaus!

Reverie went down in a tumbling heap of gilded fur as she scrambled to a halt to avoid impact. Oh! Klaus! She greeted cheerfully even as she went down, tail waving mid-air and then thumping against the ground as she settled against it.

A bit breathless, she added, Hi!

he wasn't sure he'd ever seen golden tumbleweed before, but now he can say he has!

gingerly sidestepping her, he licked his chops nervously.

check-in, he mouthed with faint effort.