Modest_Proposal January 14 Cecil Brandybuck Cecil twisted at Ernstyr’s call, his cloak soaking in the brown water. He traced the figure in the bush: A small thing, gripping some bit of metal with wild eyes. These were not the twitches of an evil thing. Many travelers he had seen by the Brandywine. Children were always the same - like rose buds in the Spring. “You, brave boy - yes you. Come out now, would you? You have us beat!” With a finger, he lifted his bow and lowered it in the patchy grass. “You are too clever to be a goblin, and too light-footed. Show us who bested the messengers from Mountain Hall.”
Modest_Proposal January 14 Cecil Brandybuck Cecil twisted at Ernstyr’s call, his cloak soaking in the brown mud. He traced the figure in the bush: A small thing, gripping some bit of metal with wild eyes. These were not the twitches of an evil thing. Many travelers he had seen by the Brandywine. Children were always the same - like rose buds in the Spring. “You, brave boy - yes you. Come out now, would you? You have us beat!” With a finger, he lifted his bow and lowered it in the patchy grass. “You are too clever to be a goblin, and too light-footed. Show us who bested the messengers from Mountain Hall.”
