KNOCK, KNOCK, WHO'S THERE? // o, night stroll

"thank you, ace." he applied pressure against her neck, propping up the chestplate, and she ran a paw down it to test its strength. it seemed sturdy enough and looked good on her, but how would it fare in battle? she'd have to test it out, take a few swings to it. he remarked that the evening was beautiful, and she hummed in agreement. "it is hard to keep track of time once you begin walking in a beauty like this place." it's true. the low-squat houses seemed dwarvish but matched the  aesthetic of the  Houses itself. It was one of the things she enjoyed about this place. "so, ace, which house are you from?

TO ALL THE KING'S MEN -

— Reggan