LAWS OF ALCHEMY // O, LOST/JOINER

[Owlie]

”Oh, the pipsqueak has a temper.” Krataa commented with a chuckle, watching the corgi rumble and scream with a bemused look on his face.
He dropped down from the safety of the branches, deciding he was safe and moved to enroach on the newcomer. ”I wouldn’t call him a hag.” He said, voice laced with poison as sulfuric eyes burned onto the boy. Much of the Emperor’s face was covered by the hood of his cape, leaving glowing eyes.

”After all, he could order us to kill you.”