{{♖}} ;; —- The little fawn would curiously lock his eyes onto the stranger. There was Something off about him but he just couldn’t figure out what that thing was so, he would simply ignore it. ” Y..you’re in London. Is..that not where you need to be?” He’d ask.
The newborn is struggling to comprehend the other’s words, but his mind has one priority – one he’s not particularly fond of.
“No, it’s not,” Holden replies lowly, “I need to be home. I need to be with my –– my brother. How did I get to London?”
