The house that is normally open along the sides to let in light and a breeze has had the rain shutters up for weeks to cut out the cold, so there’s no seeing her guests as they make their way along the path from the Groves main road through the small farmstead. Instead it’s the knock that pulls her attention from her sewing, humming along by herself as she focuses just on the weave of the needle and thread.
Raising her voice for a short “coming!”, Konoha throws off her quilt and rises to her feet with a clatter of hooves, brushing stray threads off her forelegs as she makes her way to the door, sliding it open with a smile of greeting to reveal-
The man she’d bumped into, that day in Third. The man Matthias had said was a skilled thief, a dangerous person. A... demjin.
There, at her door, and she momentarily lost for words, the smile slowly fading away.
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The house that is normally open along the sides to let in light and a breeze has had the rain shutters up for weeks to cut out the cold, so there’s no seeing her guests as they make their way along the path from the Groves main road through the small farmstead. Instead it’s the knock that pulls her attention from her sewing, humming along by herself as she focuses just on the weave of the needle and thread.
Raising her voice for a short “coming!”, Konoha throws off her quilt and rises to her feet with a clatter of hooves, brushing stray threads off her forelegs as she makes her way to the door, sliding it open with a smile of greeting to reveal-
The man she’d bumped into, that day in Third. The man Matthias had said was a skilled thief, a dangerous person. A... demjin.
There, at her door, and she momentarily lost for words, the smile slowly fading away.