[ churches us. alfyn looks deeply wary as he walks down the aisle made by the pews, eyeballing the goat and muttering a quiet prayer to dohter under his breath as he goes. it's not... a good energy, he feels like. it's a little like stepping into that cavern all over again, in some ways, and all he can think of is poor ophilia for a brief, empathetically heartbreaking moment.
it's when he hears the wood creak again, under steps not his own, that he looks away from the stained glass. ]
This village really can't help but just be spooky everywhere, huh?
wknd 0; saturday
it's when he hears the wood creak again, under steps not his own, that he looks away from the stained glass. ]
This village really can't help but just be spooky everywhere, huh?