Hushed Willows I take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at 3

@Tybault <3

Humming a tune, Carnelian had found himself walking the edges of Opal Lake, peridot eyes sparkling in time with the crystalline waters he circled. It was peaceful here in the Hushed Willows. For the first time in what seemed to be eons, he didn’t feel worry festering in his gut. Worry for himself, or for his sister. 

Nothing.

But, he knew better than anyone, that peace was fragile, and that fragility was always meant to break. Someday, at any point or time, it would shatter and he needed to be ready. Hopefully, there was someone he could from here.

Right now, however, he was content to mindlessly circle the Lake, kicking rocks ahead of him as he walked. For once, Peridot did not accompany him and that was another piece of evidence that this place was a haven for them.