The evening was cool, a gentle ease into the cold of winter from fall. Nature itself wasn’t making many sounds, but tucked into a small patch of bushes and trees, a gentle, low wheezing sound could be heard. A rather peculiar looking Drakiri, whom many knew as Decay, had decided to chill on a small bed of plush grasses and leaves that her charge Fae had gathered for her earlier in the day. Fae had somehow come up with the idea of a “blind date” for her, in an attempt to get her o...
