journal 🔶 psa from a former fairy

[noblegarnet]

[Ferran isn't unaware of how these journals work, but he's still working out what pages are "public" and which are for his own private use.

Thus, one evening, a sketch of a building slowly comes together, distinguished by its tall stone towers, walls topped with battlements, wrought iron fences, and a large courtyard. The artist pays special attention to the detailing in the texture, making it easy to imagine what materials the imposing place might be made of. To those familiar with the city of Aefenglom, it's clearly a representation of the Coven.

After he's done, he writes in neat print:]

Don't trust the Fae. Whatever else I've forgotten, I know that much.

Comments

[noblegarnet]

[It almost feels like it's taking away the gravity of his warning if he responds, but—]

A good representation.

[He managed to resist writing #accurate.]

So yes, try not to get on their bad side if you can help it. I've known Fae to hold grudges.

[POT....... KETTLE..........]

[indolentaxe]

[The fuck is a hashtag???

Hilda know she's being flippant about this while he's being serious, but he doesn't seem to mind all that much.]

I'll be careful with them, I promise. ♥

[noblegarnet]

[The real downside to having analog communication is the unlikely use of texting features. Alas!]

Good.

[Safety!]

You didn't notice anything off about them, then?

[indolentaxe]

The tapirs, you mean? They're no more or less weird than everything else that's here, as far as I can tell. I'll have to keep a closer eye on them and get back to you.

[noblegarnet]

I'd appreciate anything you could find out.

[you know if hilda finds some kind of weakness or something, that could possibly be useful. just in case.]

[indolentaxe]

You can count on me. ♥

[Hilda's generally not one to volunteer her effort like this, but he has her curious now...]