The Preserve, Monday Night

[bigdamndestiny]

With a girlfriend and an overly large puppy with him, Merlin was on a hunt. Not for rabbits or teal deer, but for these Smurf things. Personally, he still thought they were pixies. They ought to be glad there was no stealing children away, really

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[thatsamilkshake]

Francine -- who was not underwearless, thank you! She just... had less underwear -- looked hopeful. "Well, she stopped trying to lead us back to my underwear drawer, so she must be following something now!"

[bigdamndestiny]

"Sorry about that." Bryn had been... very certain about that being where they ought to go.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well, she was right; that's where they belong." Francine would just attempt to avoid following the logic path that gets you to dogs know where I keep my underwear. "They're just not there." She trained her flashlight over the grass ahead of them. "I don't see any Smurfs, though."

[bigdamndestiny]

Flashlights were so much more useful than a torch. He needed to take one back to Camelot.

"Bryn, where did they go? C'mon gir--" And that would be Merlin being dragged by the dog thatta way.