Mharwyb’s Gen Fic Canon about 2 hours ago
yshtola, alone, three am, thancred on a mission 1500 miles away, everyone busy or asleep or gone, in a secret antechamber of the stones, deadbolt locked, five protective wards raised, wearing a new pair of shoes with a cup of tea and a vanilla tart in front of her: [the tiniest little ear wiggle]
add a skeleton here at some point