The Library: Open

[hondsdol]

The snow didn't bother him. He had his thick fur coat to keep him warm, though he was still a bit colder than he would have liked. That, and with the snow falling down as much as it was reading was a bit of a pain, thouhg the wolf hadn't found anything he could read so far anyway. He'd have to change that, eventually. Somehow. Maybe Mason would be willing to help him out.

Speaking of Mason... he hadn't heard from the house recently, and the falling snow worried him a bit. He might have been able to keep himself decently warm even without a blanket to cover him, but the house had always been warm enough before. "Mason...?" he called, nervous and worried. The wolf would have to look for the others soon. Maybe someone else could explain the sudden snow and why it was so cold. "I know you can hear me. What happened? I see no hole in you anywhere."

Maybe he was sore over the damage he and Copper had done in the garden. Really, it hadn't been his fault! He was curious. But without an answer, he couldn't help but feel somewhat worried and a little anxious.

So the wolf would wander, looking for anyone who could tell him answers.

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[fireband]

The hearth isn't cold either - at least not yet. The snow melts at his feet as he walks between the rows of books, only hesitating as the sees the whole calling out for the house.

"It's not answering, is it...?" he asks, pulling his blanket closer around his shoulders.

[hondsdol]

The wolf turned, blinking at the hearth. Would he be okay? If the snow continued to fall... well, the wolf hoped that the hearth would be fine assuming the snowing didn't get worse. "No," he said.

The last strange thing that had happened, those murders and the whole thing with the daggers. Maybe Mason didn't want to talk to them. "This is weird," he said slowly. "I don't understand what's going on."

[fireband]

The hearth looks around uncertainly. He doesn't know either. But it can't come as much of a surprise, at this point.

"Some sort of elemental force, maybe," he mutters. "Like the darkness. When all the killing happened."

[hondsdol]

"Yeah," the wolf agreed, nodding at the other. "Must be some sort of magic," he said, though he wasn't sure. To have something happen again so soon after the darkness, it was strange. He was worried, because he was certain that the house would be yelling at them.

"Seems like something out there wants to cut us off from Mason, or maybe vice versa."

[grotesqueobserver]

"He's been awfully quiet late...ly..." He trailed off as he realized who he was talking to. The mottled stone on his cheeks darkens to a much deeper gray, and his eyes widen. "U-um..." he began, clearing his throat. Well. This is going to be awkward. In the back of his mind, there's relief that he's managed to find something to cover up with. The silk loincloth was a bit...flimsy, but it covered the bits that needed covering, at least. It made him feel a bit safer, somehow.

"L-look," he stammers, "I um...about...before." He wrings his hands and bites his lip. "I...wasn't myself. At all. I um...there was some kind of enchantment on that collar...thing. I'm...I'm really sorry about that."

[hondsdol]

The wolf flushed red when he also recognized who he had been to, moving to pull down the bit of cloth that he had managed to assemble into something to give himself a bit more modesty. The wolf still didn't know anything about clothing, but he also knew that it was probably best for certain things to remain covered.

"I... I should be the one apologizing," he said quickly. "I took advantage. Everyone looks so much... so much younger than me. I have white in my fur, I must be.... but I...." he trails off, looking away, not sure what else to say.

Was it strange, telling a gargoyle that he found him attractive in ways that he didn't understand? Probably. "I should have refused."