[ Eyes on Lauralae instead of the path ahead, Cellar steps on a branch and makes an embarrassing show of catching herself before her balance is thrown off. ]
Fuck, sorry.
[ Turns out it's not a branch, though. Clean and idyllic as this forest has dressed itself to be, it couldn't stop someone from leaving their set of antlers behind. Cellar crouches to pick them up, looks over for any damage, then at their surroundings for any sign of their owner.
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[ Eyes on Lauralae instead of the path ahead, Cellar steps on a branch and makes an embarrassing show of catching herself before her balance is thrown off. ]
Fuck, sorry.
[ Turns out it's not a branch, though. Clean and idyllic as this forest has dressed itself to be, it couldn't stop someone from leaving their set of antlers behind. Cellar crouches to pick them up, looks over for any damage, then at their surroundings for any sign of their owner.
Pause. Squint. ]
... Is that a chapel?