[littl3chocobo]

he pocketed the flute, it was old magic, something rare and special. he would treasure it forever.



the headmaster had his absence covered it seemed. his teachers and peers all asked if he had gotten better, the story as he pieced it together as was that he had come ill in the garden and went home for those three days. he would have been upset but for that it was a safe lie and did not need him to survive, he would not have to explain the werewolf or the dragon or the cabin in the south garden, he would not share if noone asked.