Painted-Satyr-174: 🪻Hyacinth🪻

Hyacinth gasps, feeling a little winded when frigid air enters their lungs it almost hurts, the crunch from the snow under their hooves is a welcomed change, it doesn't quite get cold enough where they live for snow to form and actually stick. They've been traveling for days just to partake in the yearly festivities in Candletown and finally... They're here! They can hardly believe it. Which is what caused them to bolt to the town's perimeter in a burst of excitement, leaving them gasping for...

Day 1 Ink (307) There's a drip, drip, dripping. It echos in every direction, off the walls, the stone beneath their hooves. They swear it's close, trying to pinpoint where it's coming from, but it's in vain. Anticipation is heavy in the air around them. Hyacinth is searching all over for where this sound is coming from. They've searched all of the rooms of this place multiple times, and is like it keeps moving just out of their sight. It certainly doesn't help that the...