Oops

[thecanopycrew]

It's still early in the morning as the increasing winds roar outside the little fairy homes, rustling the small balconies and gusting slightly through the crack in the fourth floor wall. It's nothing but a bit of bad weather, something the week has been full of.

...that is, until a deafening crack is heard outside the tree, only to thunder into the tree itself with such force that it shakes the whole trunk.

The air is quickly filled with ash and soot, blackening everything outside.

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[evantuality]

Oh, no. [Evan inclined his head, giving the man a wary look.] No, I see a semantic trap when I see one.

You're doing something and I don't take kindly to it.

[He'd finished up shoveling charcoal into leaf wrappings and then into his backpack. He wiped his hands off on his now very cruddy jeans and straightened, heart rabbiting behind his ribs.]

I don't know what you are or how you know what you know and frankly I'm not interested in finding out. [Evidently fear dulled his natural curiosity.] If you'll excuse me I've got to get back to the tree.