008 [Video!] [Open-backdated to morning of finding 'gifts' in room]]

[halfbrokenwings]

[There's a flash of Isabella's face, wings, and her room as she turns the video on of her journal and points it at a curious object upon her nightstand.

It's a framed photograph of a young teenage boy with dark hair and green eyes.]

This appeared, in my room, while we were asleep and-

Who the fuck is this?[There's a pause, in which the other

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[thenotmagician]

Huh. Random junk showed up in my room, too.

Afraid I can't help ya with th'picture, though.

[halfbrokenwings]

What showed up in your room, if I may ask?

[thenotmagician]

A pair of nice, fancy boots.

[halfbrokenwings]

[Well that's curious.]

Do they fit you?

[thenotmagician]

Nope!

where's the evil stepmother?

[halfbrokenwings]

Perhaps if we find the owner of the feet the shoes go to?

LMAO

[thenotmagician]

Prolly a good idea. Though I'm thinkin' it might be better t'wait until everything calms down more. Won't do any good if th'owner is outside the barracks.

[halfbrokenwings]

This is true.

[The reminder very much brings her mood crashing down. So much sickness, uncertainty and death.]

[thenotmagician]

It'll be alright. All we gotta do is sit tight a while and it'll blow over. Everyone'll be fine.

[Maybe not mentally, but you know. Zeke has had a lot of experience with these things.]

[halfbrokenwings]

Can we be so sure?

[thenotmagician]

I have two years experience with these kinds of things under my belt. They always get better.

[Just long enough to bring you down again!]

[halfbrokenwings]

[That has her curiosity!]

This has happened to you before?

[Full long enough to drain the glass again, huh?]