Chapter 18It was getting late when they heard a knock at their door, the urgent tap of knuckles against wood. A thrill of panic ran through him, a hundred thoughts seemingly flittering through their mind as they hastily pushed their chair away from the desk by the window. From the bed, the magcat looked up, suddenly awake, suddenly aware.
Something had happened, they knew that, and in their heart, they kind of wished that it had not, that the urgency of the knock on their door was simply Mauve or Sumire impatiently demanding that they come out and fight their homunculi or something; they knew it was not Mauve or Sumire.
A recollection of the c***k of wood, the warm smell of freshly cut grass hit them as they moved towards the door, the magcat leaping down from the bed and following them.
