Finished 4:17. At some point, there was going to be one about the weather...
Blue was really getting sick
of Acellevin. Aside from the fact that there really weren’t that many people nearby
that he could kill without inconveniencing himself, and those that did provide valid
targets tended to run away pretty quickly when they saw him; it also rained
far, far too much for his liking. It wouldn’t normally be so bad, since he’d just
stay inside where it’s dry, but Raven was standing in the kitchen demanding
that Blue go muck out the stables, and he had a look on his face that told Blue
he didn’t want to be argued with.
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